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A good supervisor can step on your toes without messing up your shine.
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A GOOD WAY TO THREATEN somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you
call the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say.
"That's dynamite, baby."
-- Jack Handley, The New Mexican, 1988.
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A gossip is one who talks to you about others, a bore is one who talks to
you about himself; and a brilliant conversationalist is one who talks to
you about yourself.
-- Lisa Kirk
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A gourmet restaurant in Cincinnati is one where you leave the tray on
the table after you eat.
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A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart that looks at her watch.
-- James Beard
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A government that is big enough to give you all you want is big enough
to take it all away.
-- Barry Goldwater
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A grammarian's life is always intense.
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A great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges.
-- B. Franklin
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A great many people think they are thinking
when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.
-- William James
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A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The
green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that
grew in the ears themselvse, stuck out on either side like turn signals
indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the
bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled
with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor
of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly's supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down
upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes department
store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several
of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be
properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of
anything new or expensive only reflected a person's lack of theology and
geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one's soul.
-- John Kennedy Toole, "Confederacy of Dunces"