Paul F. Tompkins Quotes

When I was 18, I was halfway up the Eiffel Tower with my friend, Tom, when we decided to stick our heads through the railings. The gap between the railings was exactly the right size to be able to put your head through and nearly get stuck. Which is exactly what happened.

If I like a food, I'll eat it, even if I know it's not good for me.

I am a kamikaze gadfly.

I just love bikes. It's not the safest passion to have, but I guess it's better than Russian roulette.

I could eat 10 packs of Hula Hoops a day and not think about it.

My eating habits are the only behaviour of mine that are still manic. I can't walk by a restaurant, a bakery, an ice-cream store or a candy store without making a purchase; the amount of calories I take in today are at least five times as many as I took before starting on all of this medication.

I was a mindless eater. I ate for comfort. I also ate out of boredom and habit.

I'm sure that my compulsive eating habits began when I was a baby.

I am a glutton. I'll eat whatever is there. Pizza. I love hot dogs anywhere. I've got nothing against any of that. If I feel like eating, I eat. I don't feel guilty about it at all.

I talk too much. I eat too much.

If you want to cut your own throat, don't come to me for a bandage.

I feel like so often I'm just, like, running around and eating in the car, which is, like, not good, or eating as I'm walking down the street.

Eating when you're not hungry and taking in that amount of food is exhausting.

Sometimes the fool who rushes in gets the job done.

You're the only man I know who would light a match to look into a gas can.

I always knew about the risks I was taking. Every year, someone you knew was killed racing. You had to ask yourself, do you enjoy driving these cars so much that you're prepared to take that risk?

I haven't got enough sense not to pitch.

I'm a bold man. I throw caution to the wind.

You can be addicted to meat, as far as I'm concerned. Why else would I eat six cheeseburgers a day?

I could jump out of this window feet first, which would be the safe way. But the way I'd do it would be to use a ramp, get a running start, dive through head first and maybe throw in a little roll at the end. Doing it that way makes it more spectacular.

It's not that I will die, but if I stop partying, it will lead to extreme complications in my wellbeing.

To pretend I was sliding down the stair rail." He laughed again. " You should have done it. I would have caught you at the bottom.

Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread.

Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?" Butters replied. "I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.

This individual does not know where initiative ends and rocket-propelled idiocy begins.