06 novembro 2005
Soube que o Woody Allen vem cá a Portugal, no dia 27 de Dezembro, tocar com a sua New Orleans Jazz Band ao CCB. Acho que vou pedir dois bilhetes ao Pai Natal. Espero que não metam água. Ah ah ah - não teve piada.
Entretanto lembrei-me de partilhar com vocês umas pérolas deste homem:
As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree'... probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?
How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?
I am at two with nature.
I can't listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer Poland.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.
I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.
I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.
I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.
I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.
If it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil. But the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever.
If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.
It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.
Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.
Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year and spends very little on office supplies.
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?
Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
To you I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.
What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?
You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Este home é um génio!
Só mais uma:
Nancy (Louise Lasser): Have you ever been to Denmark?
Fielding Mellish (Woody Allen): I've been, yes... to the Vatican.
Nancy: The Vatican? The Vatican is in Rome.
Fielding Mellish: Well, they were doing so well in Rome that they opened one in Denmark. do filme Bananas
posted by Dimitri Apalpamos @ 1:35 da manhã,
