Nobody can be as agreeable as an uninvited guest.
Whatever you're looking for, don't come around here no more.
I don't like having my space invaded.
I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist
Latins for Republicans - it's like roaches for Raid.
The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
I am now considered such a monster, that I hesitate to darken with my shadow, the doors of those I love, lest I should bring upon them misfortune.
He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again.
April frowned, irritation evident. “I did not consent to your presence,” she said peevishly. “Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else’s property.
Jimmy Kimmel still comes across like a guy who crashed a party and got caught at it, yet adamantly refuses to leave.
You wouldn't believe that I still have the bikers with the caps to the side at my door, ringing the doorbell.
Saracens, a race whom it is never desirable to have either for friends or enemies …
It's a dreadful thing to come in this way.
When I was going away to school, I had a friend who took a liking to my family just a little too much. We couldn't get her out of the house. It took me saying to my parents, 'I don't want her here. I'm feeling replaced.'
Harry looked at Bellman. He could not help but admire him. The way you admire a cockroach you flush down the toilet and it comes creeping back again and again and in the end it inherits the world.
You are a pest, by the very nature of that camera in your hand.
Most of the neighbours didn't like our parents, and they particularly gave Dad a very wide berth. We kids didn't have that luxury.
The devils enter uninvited when the house stands empty. For other kinds of guests, you have to first open the door.
I was anathema in polite society after I made 'Last House.' People literally would grab their children and run from the room.
I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.
Two stops after I got on, these two unbelievable short people got on, and the way they were looking at me, I could tell. They wanted to bite my ankles!
People sometimes say to me: "Craig, get out of my garden."
It's only a certain amount of days your friend's mom is gonna let you stay at they crib without feeling some type of way. So I'd stay two or three days, then they mom would be like, 'What's up with him? He got to leave unless he gonna pay for something.'
And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?
