Quotes About Non Sequitur

#1. Did you really say y'all to me? Did i actually make a political statement to which your non sequitur reply was, 'Are y'all vegetarians?

Blanche McCrary Boyd

#2. I like the sudden shock of non-sequitur color. Color, in fact, is my weakness.

Babe Paley

#3. I love a good non sequitur.

George W. Buck

#4. Atheism is really nothing but a sorry litany of non-sequiturs, e.g., if God existed, why do we have all the evil and horrors in the world? But this presupposes that God is all-good, an obvious non-sequitur.

Vincent Bugliosi

#5. The great non sequitur committed by defenders of the State, is to leap from the necessity of society to the necessity of the State.

Murray Rothbard

#6. Condemning art as manipulative is a non sequitur, of course. All art is manipulative.

Steve Erickson

#7. Human societies are based on the human tendency to want things, and are geared to satisfying those wants: possessions or facilities to bring ease and personal satisfaction. The results are frequently disappointing, and always terminate in the embarrassing non sequitur of death.

Diarmaid MacCulloch

#8. In art, religion, and politics the respect must be mutual, no matter how violent the disagreement.

Vincent Price

#9. You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!

St John Morris

#10. I love you,' she said. She nestled closer, her hand moving up the back of his neck. The wind lifted. 'Don't kill me,' he said. 'I'm not going to,' she said.

Max Barry

#11. It tastes like somebody stole my wallet. Ya know?

Gerard Way

#12. Her protestations were drowned out by the sound of Gordon Honeycomb barfing up aftershock into the kitchenette sink.

St John Morris

#13. The persistence of an all-absorbing idea is terrible.

Victor Hugo

#14. The glass-blower's cat is bompstable, said Mr. Parker aloud and distinctly.

Dorothy L. Sayers

#15. There was Arctic John, a businessman from Salisbury who doesn't hold water, Bruce Knott, a social worker from Cumberland who spends his lunch hour picking his bum, and Judith Glycerine, the reformation pig.

St John Morris

#16. Next door to the Bensons is Emmet Frag, a retired pacemaker who is credited with inventing the notion of happiness. He's currently working on a method for categorising ducks based on their singing voice. He's also the owner of the world's largest collection of tenor geese.

St John Morris

#17. It's dangerous, son."
"What's dangerous?"
"When a man goes outside his house to look for peace.

Lorraine Hansberry

#18. What's the use of being a writer if you can't irritate a great many people?

Norman Mailer

#19. Had the facial plumage been of a paler hue it would have looked like a pile of horse crap on a winter's day.

St John Morris

#20. Beetroot Cossins had moved to Kuala Lumpur where she had died of lethargy and pie.

St John Morris

#21. A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.

St John Morris

#22. Private Benjamin lives next door but one to Bob Cryer from The Bill. I once saw him crouching down behind a sycamore tree and using his nose as an Allen Key to release a starving rat.

St John Morris

#23. Run. Flee. Fuck off. Vanish from my presence and take the foul stench of your sordid secret with you.

St John Morris

#24. What have you got in there you little bastard?

St John Morris

#25. There is no music in hell, for all good music belongs to heaven.

Brigham Young

#26. You just finished a job, as you refer to it. You must be tired and I can only imagine the enervating quality of an added threat of the state pen."

"California's state pen is Fisher," Cat said. "It can write upside down, but I think a pencil works better for that.

Nina Post

#27. Tobak Davenport, who is a cross between some Sugar Puffs and Lynn Faulds-Wood, was squatting there before being removed by the local constabulary after he went round to complain about Luther Blisset's pet turkey fouling the communal herb garden.

St John Morris

#28. I once went to one of his Virgin Vie parties and had a really good time watching Chas having a paddy whilst trying to put on Dave's socks, before realising that he only had two feet, compared to Dave's three.

St John Morris

#29. If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.

W.C. Fields

#30. St John had always been a fan of the RS Turbo, mainly due to the colour coded rear spoiler and air vents in the bonnet, which distinguished it from the more common and less powerful XR3i.

St John Morris

#31. The hunter follows things which flee from him; he leaves them when they are taken; and ever seeks for that which is beyond what he has found.
[Lat., Venator sequitur fugientia; capta relinquit;
Semper et inventis ulteriora petit.]

Ovid

#32. It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of
warm earth. Suicide weather.

Susanna Kaysen

#33. Oh yeah, well I suddenly realises that she'd only been with my boyfriend at the Co-op Christmas do when I were eighteen. So I grabs her head and I stuck it through a display of them Muller's rices and I told her. That's for shagging Kevin Cooper you stupid fucking cunt.

St John Morris

#34. Nice dress," Victoria said.
"Thank you," Perpetua said. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
Victoria blinked. "Uh, what?

Benjamin R. Smith