When I'm old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in.— Ava Gardner
Most Powerful Chum quotations
Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret.
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play;
Life is a cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret.
I have long argued that we need to reopen Alcatraz to house government criminals, and let tourists on excursion boats in San Francisco Bay pay to chum the water with meat with an expired sell-by date that would otherwise have to be discarded.
I was hungry and went out for a bite, ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinking all night.
You know I've got a chum, a smashing mate, he's got a dog with no legs, and he calls it a cigarette. It's true, yeah, because at nighttime he has to take it out for a drag.
I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score.
At 50, you need to laugh about your age.
If you don't, everybody else will do it for you. Happy birthday, old chum!
At 50, if you are on a diet on your birthday, you can't eat a piece of your birthday cake. So grab two, a piece in each hand and, lo and behold, you will be on a balanced diet! Happy birthday, old chum!
I used to first go on to entertain an audience.
But now I go, and this is really true - I go on to have fun with a crowd of my chums.
I first read science fiction in the old British Chum annual when I was about 12 years old.
I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.
I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.
No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.
My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.
Hey, we've all got problems, chum. I'm overly talkative. You look like a field of buttercups in a suit.
I loved doing My Favorite Year, which was great fun, and The Ruling Class, which I made with all my chums.
Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?
A war is like when it rains in New York and everybody crowds into doorways, ya know? And they all get chummy together. Perfect strangers. The only difference, of course, is in a war it's also raining on the other side of the street and the people who are chummy over there are trying to kill the people who are over here who are chums.
You can always find somebody to beat up.
This goes back to the schoolyard. Most men would think, Don't chum with girls. But I chummed with girls.
The idea of the industrial fishing affects everyone.
Those factory ships play this game of hit and run with the international fishing limits, and somebody said it's like hunting squirrels with a bulldozer. They pull everything in and they are only looking for certain types of fish and everything else dies and they just throw it back. It's like chumming.
It's not that I place less value on Palestinian lives, but that Chairman Arafat and his chums in Hamas do.
My space chums think my unique hookup with humanity could be evolution's awkward attempt to jump-start itself up again. They're thinking just maybe, going crazy could be the evolutionary process trying to hurry up mind expansion. Maybe my mind didn't snap. Maybe it was just trying to stretch itself into a new shape. The cerebral cortex trying to grow a thumb of sorts.
Chum was a British boy's weekly which, at the end of the year was bound into a single huge book; and the following Christmas parents bought it as Christmas presents for male children.
My Dear Reader Chum, a very hearty hello to you.
What an honour and privilege it is to have you perusing my written word.
When a new writer defends his "style," the teacher smiles (or cringes) because real style isn't an artifice. Real style - voice - arrives on its own, as an extension of a writer's character. When style is done self-consciously and purposefully it becomes affectation, and as transparent as any affectation - an English accent on an old college chum from New Jersey, for example.
When the chips are down, you are alone, and loneliness can be terrifying.
Fortunately, I've always had a chum I could call. And I love to be alone. It doesn't bother me one bit. I’m my own company.
And as we leave Donne and Walton on the shores of Metahemeralism, we wave a fond farewell to those famous chums of yore.
You, oh mature ones, keep company solely with other mature ones, and your maturity is so mature that it can only chum up with maturity!