Quote by Steven Wright
Im writing a book. Ive got the page numbers done. - Steven Wright

Im writing a book. Ive got the page numbers done. – Steven Wright

Other quotes by Steven Wright

Babies dont need a vacation, but I still see them at the beach… it pisses me off! Ill go over to a little baby and say What are you doing here? You havent worked a day in your life! – Steven Wright

Category:
Life
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I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window. – Steven Wright

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car
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I have an answering machine in my car. It says, Im home now. But leave a message and Ill call when Im out. – Steven Wright

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car
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Other Quotes from
funny
category

I like children – fried. – W. C. Fields

Category:
funny

Always remember your kids name. Always remember where you put your kid. Dont let your kid drive until their feet can reach the pedals. Use the right size diapers… for yourself. And, when in doubt, make funny faces. – Amy Poehler

Category:
funny

Weve got a bunch of new writers now who tell me they grew up watching The Simpsons. Its bizarre, and theyre writing some very funny stuff. – Matt Groening

Category:
funny

People always ask me, Were you funny as a child? Well, no, I was an accountant. – Ellen DeGeneres

Category:
funny

Random Quotes

People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost. – H. Jackson Brown

Category:
Happiness

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that… I believe in what I do, and Ill say it. – John Lennon

Category:
Art

Be true to yourself, help others, make each day your masterpiece, make friendship a fine art, drink deeply from good books – especially the Bible, build a shelter against a rainy day, give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day. – John Wooden

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Art

It seemed to be a necessary ritual that he should prepare himself for sleep by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky… a mysterious transaction between the infinity of the soul and the infinity of the universe. – Victor Hugo

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Night