Color is powerful. It is almost physiologically impossible to be in a bad mood when you're wearing bright red pants.
Trying on pants is one of the most humiliating things a man can suffer that doesn't involve a woman.
He's so ugly. When you walked by him, your pants wrinkle. He made fly balls curve foul.
There were many times my pants were so thin I could sit on a dime and tell if it was heads or tails.
I have no money, no resources, no hopes.
I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty
The guy has baggy pants, flat feet, the most miserable, bedraggled-looking little bastard you ever saw; makes itchy gestures as though he's got crabs under his arms -- but he's funny.
I'm not against machines, as are some people who feel that the computer is leading us back into the jungle...I'm against machines only when the convenience they afford to some people is regarded as more important than the inconvenience they cause to all. In short, I don't think computers should wear the pants or make the decisions. They are deficient in humor, they are not intuitive, and they are not aware of the imponderables. The men who feed them seem to believe that everything is made out of ponderables, which isn't the case. I read a poem once that a computer had written, but didn't care much for it. It seemed to me I could write a better one myself, if I were to put my mind to it.
It is humiliating to remain with our hands folded while others write history.
It matters little who wins. To make a people great it is necessary to send them to battle even if you have to kick them in the pants. That is what I shall do.
Hollywood gives a young girl the aura of one giant, self-contained orgy farm, its inhabitants dedicated to crawling into every pair of pants they can find.
Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierceInto the heights of love's rare universe,Are chains of lead around its flight of fire--I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.
Majority rule is a precious, sacred thing worth dying for.
But -- like other precious, sacred things, such as the home and the family -- it's not only worth dying for; it can make you wish you were dead. Imagine if all of life were determined by majority rule. Every meal would be a pizza. Every pair of pants, even those in a Brooks Brothers suit, would be stonewashed denim. Celebrity diet and exercise books would be the only thing on the shelves at the library. And -- since women are a majority of the population -- we'd all be married to Mel Gibson.
A man is in love when something in his head, something in his and chest and something in his pants react to a certain woman.
Bankruptcy is a legal proceeding in which you put your money in your pants pocket and give your coat to your creditors.
We have grown literally afraid to be poor.
We despise anyone who elects to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life. If he does not join the general scramble and pant with the money-making street, we deem him spiritless and lacking in ambition.
The approval of the public is to be avoided like the plague.
It is absolutely essential to keep the public from entering if one wishes to avoid confusion. I must add that the public must be kept panting in expectation at the gate by a system of challenges and provocations.
The age demanded that we dance and jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed the sort of shit that it demanded.
It was like a library, just full of vacuum tubes as far as you could see, just floors and floors of these things, and one of the engineers said, some day you're going to be able to put this thing in your pocket. I thought, damn, those are going to be some big pants!
There was a clear lesson here - and that was that the Internet loves Mister Splashy Pants.