Wet Paper Quotes

#1. Ian was the kind of smart that makes your straight A student look like she'd drown in a wet paper bag. Ian was the kind of smart that scares people.

Matt K. Turner

#2. Pray note that my chest does not appear to be a toast rack in a wet paper bag.
Mort glanced sideways at the top of Ysabell's dress, which contained enough puppy fat for two litters of Rotweilers, and forbore to comment.

Terry Pratchett

#3. Self-Professed Black Magicians seem universally unable to fight, fuck, or even buy their way out of wet paper bags, despite phantasizing constantly about becoming powerful psychopaths.

Peter J. Carroll

#4. I call these the "wet streets cause rain" stories. Paper's full of them.

Michael Crichton

#5. When the beer came, I dipped a finger in it and wet down each corner of the paper napkin to anchor it, so it would not come up with the mug each time and make me appear ridiculous. I

Charles Portis

#6. Rag paper, containing hemp fiber, is the highest quality and longest lasting paper ever made. It can be torn when wet, but returns to its full strength when dry.

Jack Herer

#7. In our skulls, we carry around 3 pounds of slimy, wet, greyish tissue, corrugated like crumpled toilet paper. You wouldn't think, to look at the unappetizing lump, that it was some of the most powerful stuff in the known universe.

Eliezer Yudkowsky

#8. Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

Terry Pratchett

#9. But, he realised, even in his panic he had not wanted to smudge the creamy paper by shutting the book while the ink was wet.

George Orwell

#10. The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily.

Walter Moers

#11. Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth
that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves
that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night
so the rope, paper, knife.

Tadeusz Borowski

#12. He withdrew a cylinder of paper from inside his jacket's cuff and unrolled it so I could see the beautiful winding letters. The golden ink looked wet,

A.G. Howard