Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.


Allen: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Woman: Yes, it is.
Allen: What does it say to you?
Woman: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless, bleak straitjacket in a black, absurd cosmos.
Allen: What are you doing Saturday night?
Woman: Committing suicide.
Allen: What about Friday night?

--from Play It Again, Sam (1972)


Robin: There's Henry Drucker. He has a chair in history at Princeton. Oh, and the short man is Hershel Kaminsky. He has a chair in philosophy at Cornell.
Alvy Singer: Yeah? Two more chairs they got a dining room set.

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs."

[In California]
Annie Hall: It's so clean out here.
Alvy Singer: That's because they don't throw their garbage away, they turn it into television shows.

Alvy Singer: I don't want to move to a city where the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light.

--from Annie Hall (1977)

[Surrounded by masses and masses of Daleks]
Amy: Where are we? Spaceship, right?
The Doctor: Not just any spaceship. The Parliament of the Daleks. Be brave.
Amy: What do we do?
The Doctor: Make them remember you.

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It ain't over till it's over.

Nobody goes there anymore; it's too crowded.

You got to be very careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there.

When you come to a fork in the road, take it!

Beauty may be skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone.

The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.

Just standing around looking beautiful is so boring, really boring, so boring.

There is a saying that a glass is half empty or half full, depending on how you look at it. Well, we all know that one. But we cannot just say, okay so half full is how we should look at things. No. We have to go even further in our observation and realize that the glass is actually 100 percent full: 50 percent with water and 50 percent with air.

The plural of "anecdote" is not "data."

She's like the woman with a virginia ham under her arm, crying the blues 'cause she has no bread.

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It's when you treat people like freaks that you become one yourself.

It's hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world.

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