Ray Bradbury Quotes

I can be sarcastic.

I can be very dry and sarcastic.

Please, Lord Maccon, use one of the cups. My delicate sensibilities.” The earl actually snorted. “My dear Miss Tarabotti, if you possessed any such things, you certainly have never shown them to me.

My success comes in making fun of whatever you're doing. That's my way.

At this point, we've ripped on everyone.

There's no possibility of being witty without a little ill-nature.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

What was funny if you were there is that we were all immensely sophisticated people who knew exactly what she was going to say and we're chatting away, nice to see you.

Even people that I agree with can do something that would be a target for a bit of humor.

I poke fun of everybody and everything. And who's easier to make fun of than your mother?

Raillery is a mode of speaking in favor of one's wit at the expense of one's better nature.

Wit is educated insolence.

I'm the easiest person to make fun of.

I'm kind of sarcastic. Not cynical but sarcastic.

Oh, I've never been asked a silly question in my entire life.

People are always saying, 'You use irony,' and it's like, actually, we don't use irony: we use wit and playfulness and irreverence.

That's the whole thing: You only roast the ones you love. That's why I never make fun of the French.

Oh, I'm sorry," Chubs said, 'apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.

When Jennie, mother of Winston Churchill invited playwright George Bernard Shaw to lunch, he telegraphed: "Certainly not. What have I done to provoke such an attack on my well-known habits?" She replied, "Know nothing of your habits; hope they are better than your manners."

It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

You should be thankful that dark colors suit you. Not everyone wears black well." "Why, Lady Olivia, is that a compliment?" "Not so much as a compliment to you as an insult to everyone else," she assured him. "Thanks heaven for that. I don't think I would know how to conduct myself in a world in which you offered compliments.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

I am not going to say you are right because I could not take it if you smirked." "I do not smirk," Vikirnoff claimed. "Yes, you do. And I detest that after all these centuries, you are making sense. Frankly, its scary." "It is only that you are not making sense sunce you acquired a lifemate. I hope that does not happen to all men. It would be a shame." "Your sense of humor is not improving," Nicolae pointed out dryly. "I do not have a sense of humor." Vikirnoff answered. "I had not noticed," Nicolae teased.

I like sarcasm. I like snark.

You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.' 'And yet it is still extremely funny.