Toni Cade Bambara Quotes

You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.

You can be watching the greatest film in the world, and if you hear your neighbor getting into a fight, you're at the window.

I am just a thorn in everybody's side.

Phones are interesting objects. Sometimes you wish they just didn't exist.

Stupid human voices always ruining everything.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.

You can't achieve anything without getting in someone's way.

There was a girl knocking on my hotel room door all night! Finally, I let her out.

To be bothered wherever you go - it's not a rational thing to want at all.

I crashed my boyfriend's birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn't invite me and so I showed up.

How irritating it must be for people, to be bombarded with me!

War is unsettling.

If I'm DJing, and you stop me and take a picture? That's annoying.

Whatever begins to be tranquil is gobbled up by something not tranquil.

Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their plowing of the soil. The horse works, all its muscles drawn tight like the strings on a double-bass, and a fly settles on his flanks and tickles and buzzes. And what does the fly buzz about? It scarcely knows itself; simply because it is restless and wants to proclaim: 'Look, I too am living on the earth. See, I can buzz, too, buzz about anything.'

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?

My favorite part of going to a wedding is ruining the wedding.

People are always ruining things for you.

A wave is never found alone, but is mingled with as many other waves as there are uneven places in the object where the said wave is produced.

Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!

The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.

I can't get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.

What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, that? That’s just Pillover.” “And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?” “My little brother.” “Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.

Politics in the middle of things of the imagination is like a pistol shot in the middle of a concert.