Anderson Cooper Quotes

I improve on misquotation.

I don't mind being asked anything! Not at all. I tell you what is annoying, is when you say something and somebody writes something that's completely different to what you said, and you're like, 'well that's not nice, because that's not what happened.'

Quotation, n: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.

Sometimes we misinterpret, sometimes we misunderstand, sometimes we make mistakes.

People are always misquoting me.

The biggest problem I have in journalism is being quoted or misquoted and then being asked to defend something I haven't said.

When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. We are angry at each other much of the time.

Well, its very exasperating when you can't get it right.

When you see yourself quoted in print and you're sorry you said it, it suddenly becomes a misquotation.

Who hears wrong, replies wrong.

I've had it up to my ears with the personal mythology. It's getting kind of personally sickening. The personal stuff just turns out to be misinterpreted. I've had such an earful for so long, it's gotten tedious. I figure if you stay away from it, you're safe.

It really drives me banana sangwich.

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

If one more person tells me this is just like old times, I swear I'll jump out the window.

The critics. When they're right, they're right for the wrong reasons. And they're usually wrong.

I was always annoyed by too much explaining.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

I got fed up of listening to bollocks

Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?

I do loathe explanations.

Women, you overheated dipsomaniacs, never passing up a chance to wangle a drink, a great boon to bartenders but a bane to us--not to mention our crockery and our woolens!

Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?

Very well. I understand. Just ... shut up!

Don't assume you're always going to be understood. I wrote in a column that one should put a cup of liquid in the cavity of a turkey when roasting it. Someone wrote me that 'the turkey tasted great, but the plastic cup melted.