Phone Book Quotes

We didn’t have Facebook in my day, we had a phone book but you wouldn’t waste an afternoon on it

I went through every phone book in Africa, and I didn't find one god damned Pryor!

Once, in Lisbon, I tried my best to work the phone book in a way that would assuage a longing [Alice and I] had for certain Chinese dishes . . . .

I don't expect Christians to see God as a metaphor, but that's what he is. Perhaps it might be clearer to call him a character in fiction, and a very interesting one too: one of the greatest and most complex villains of all - savage, petty, boastful and jealous, and yet capable of moments of tenderness and extremes of arbitrary affection - for David, for example. But he's not real, any more than Hamlet or Mr Pickwick are real. They are real in the context of their stories, but you won't find them in the phone book.

Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.

When I was seven, my mom would come home every day, and I would have the phone book open to talent agencies, and I would have them highlighted.

People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.

You're not a human till you're in my phone book. There. My hat is now in the political ring.

Back in the day, when we'd get into a town, I would go in the phone book and look up record stores. Then I'd take a bus or a cab and check them out.

If you go to Germany and get drunk, at some point you will try to look up Hitler in the phone book.

As an old reporter, we have a few secrets, and the first thing is we try the phone book.

A girl in the convertible is worth five in the phone book.

I actually kind of like Janet Reno. She seems like a nice enough lady. But when you're basically going through the entire phone book trying to find women lawyers who don't have maids to pick the attorney general of the United States, how well can you do?

One day in '61, I was looking in the Santa Monica phone book for a number, and there it was: Stan Laurel, Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. I went over there and spent the afternoon with them. And pumped him with questions. I must have driven him crazy. I spent a lot of happy hours at Stan's house on Sundays just talking about comedy.

The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.

If David Bowie wants, I'll put him in my phone book.