Ogden Nash Quotes

I blurbed a nice book, not at all like my book 'The Big Oyster,' called 'The Essential Oyster.' I blurbed a pretty good book about meat called 'Meathooked.'

To not play in the Champions League is a disappointment, something negative.

Oh I've never liked candy corn, I think it's just awful - I think candy corn's awful.

I would hope no one would be satisfied with a loss.

I’m frightened of eggs, worse than frightened; they revolt me. That round white thing without any holes, and when you break it, inside there’s that yellow thing, round, without any holes… Brrr! Have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I’ve never tasted it.

I think there is this sensation of being deprived of something that you are entitled to have.

I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

The concept of loss aversion is certainly the most significant contribution of psychology to behavioral economics.

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

As a rule they will refuse even to sample a foreign dish, they regard such things as garlic and olive oil with disgust, life is unliveable to them unless they have tea and puddings.

History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.

Woe to those who get what they desire. Fulfillment leaves an empty space where your old self used to be, the self that pines and broods and reflects. You furnish a dream house in your imagination, but how startling and final when that dream house is your own address. What is left to you? Surrounded by what you wanted, you feel a sense of amputation. The feelings you were used to abiding with are useless. The conditions you established for your happiness are met. That youthful light-headed feeling whose sharp side is much like hunger is of no more use to you.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

Death laid its eggs in the wound

Even success needs its consolations.

Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.

But something's missing.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

I've never been a fan of personality-conflict burgers and identity-crisis omelets with patchouli oil. I function very well on a diet that consists of Chicken Catastrophe and Eggs Overwhelming and a tall, cool Janitor-in-a-Drum. I like to walk out of a restaurant with enough gas to open a Mobil station.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

Soup is just a way of screwing you out of a meal.

If a fighter suffers defeat, especially in a fight he feels he won, it will never leave his mind. He is always going to want to avenge that loss.