A Quote by Kingsley Amis

The Scandinavians are dear people but they've never been what you might call bywords for wit and sparkle, have they? — © Kingsley Amis
The Scandinavians are dear people but they've never been what you might call bywords for wit and sparkle, have they?
By wit we search divine aspect above, By wit we learn what secrets science yields, By wit we speak, by wit the mind is rul'd, By wit we govern all our actions; Wit is the loadstar of each human thought, Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought.
It's funny. When I saw the script in my inbox and it said 'Sparkle,' I thought, 'For real? It's really called 'Sparkle?' I was wondering, too, how does 'Jordin Sparks as Sparkle' sound?
It's funny. When I saw the script in my inbox and it said 'Sparkle,' I thought, 'For real? It's really called 'Sparkle?'' I was wondering, too, how does 'Jordin Sparks as Sparkle' sound?
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
I've never been interested in things that sparkle and shine, I'm more interested in people.
I've never been interested in things that sparkle and shine; I'm more interested in people.
Because my musical training has been limited, I've never been restricted by what technical musicians might call a song.
My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect---simply a confession of failures. Faithfulness! I must analyse it some day. The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up. But I don't want to interrupt you. Go on with your story.
In history there are no control groups. There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the might have been, but there is no might have been. There never was.
Never say never, dear. You might be surprised at what you can do, should circumstances dictate
The best thing next to wit is a consciousness that it is not in us; without wit, a man might then know how to behave himself, so as not to appear to be a fool or a coxcomb.
People call me wild. Not really though, I'm not.I guess I've never been normal, not what you call Establishment. I'm country.
People call me wild. Not really though, I'm not. I guess I've never been normal, not what you call Establishment. I'm country.
Did I, my lines intend for public view,How many censures, would their faults pursue,Some would, because such words they do affect,Cry they're insipid, empty, uncorrect.And many, have attained, dull and untaught,The name of wit, only by finding fault.True judges, might condemn their want of wit,And all might say, they're by a woman writ.
I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.
Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.
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