Quotes

Class Quote: Write a poem about it.

 

Biz Markie: You got what I need. 

 

Gary: (After being notified of fire alarm testing) This would be the perfect time to burn down the building.

 

Jade: Monks are God’s janitors.

 

Jenessa: Can I start even though I lost it?

 

Sara: (while pointing at eyes) What do you call these? Your eyeholes?

Gary: I call them my eyes.

Sara: No. Just imagine if your eyes weren’t there.

 

Abby W.: Is grey dark white or light black?

 

Evy: I picked you. XOXO -Death.

 

Jade: Gnome-body cares.

 

Liv: We are goodly written.

 

Evy: I don’t know if my nonfiction counts as nonfiction because I made it all up.

 

Gary: There are a lot of things about me that are very pretty.

 

Abby C.: (to Jenessa) I think you’re too short!

 

Gary: (to Hallie about her baby, Adeline) Well done.

 

Zoey: I’ve rambled on for about 6 pages now. I should probably find a point.

 

Gary:  I’m an attention black hole.

 

Jade: (to Gary) The haircut and the messenger bag make you look like a midlife crisis.

 

Gary: Everyday is fine if you look through a fine lens.

 

Sara: I own America and so do you! (points at Gary)

 

Evy: You know you’re in creative writing when you’re all standing in the back of a pickup next to a cemetery.

Gary: At 11:42.

 

Sara: This looks creepy. We got out of a van with a forty year old man in a gas station in Bertrand.

 

Zoey: 4 lines: a couplet but twice.

 

Sara: (standing in front of crowd to read her poem) This means a lot to me and I just really want you all to be supportive. (starts reading poem) “Toast, Slice, Butter…”

 

Gary: (Liv points nose at Hope) Is that pointing?

Liv: Yeah, with my nose. She knows.

 

Tessa: Remove your hand from my leg before I remove your head.

 

Gary: (As he leaves room) When I return I will still be wearing shoes.

 

Liv: sapnu puas

 

Sara: When technology fails you, get a pigeon.

 

Jade: I’m a competitive milk chugger.

 

Gary: There’s a chapter in her book called Crappy First Drafts.

Sara: So it’s about your poetry?

 

Zoey: Death needs to be able to come off my wrist.

 

Jade: I have jalepeno up my nose.

 

Evy: Well, I guess I could kill somebody…

 

Hope: That’s not pervy; that’s drugs.

 

Zoey: Can you have any confidence as a writer?

Evy: If you do, you’re not doing it right.

 

Liv: Put some daddy issues in there.

 

Gary: (Zoey gets up to write a quote on the board) Where are you going?

Zoey: To write myself down.

 

Abby W.: My foot forgot how to be a foot.

 

Maddie: Anybody want to read a pig story?

 

Evy: I’m making myself emo over here.

 

Abby W.: I want to friend punch a lot of people.

Sara: That sounds like French punch.

Liv: I think that’s more of a mouth thing.

Evy: I’ll French punch you with my tongue.

 

Jade: Fight Club.

 

Avery: Is this one of those pens that when you squish it the eyes pop out? (squishes Sara’s pen) Oh, yeah.

 

Gary: The past tense of squint is annoying. Squinted.

Jade: Squont.

Abby W.: Squant.

 

Sara: (class standing in Abby W.’s pickup outside a flower shop) The things we do for 11:42.

 

Jade: (to Gary) You have a pity laugh.

Gary: All my laughs are pity laughs. (he laughs)

Liv: Did you just pity laugh for yourself?

 

Hope: I want to go hunting for a man!

 

Gary: These quotes are crap.