A Quote by Woody Allen

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? — © Woody Allen
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?
You could walk around behind the typist and read the text, which was about hearing, and what you heard was the sound of the typewriter. Of course, this was a pre-electric typewriter, a typewriter that made noise.
When I write, I use an Underwood #5 made in 1920. Someone gave me an electric typewriter, but there's no use pretending you can use machinery that thinks faster than you do. An electric typewriter is ready to go before I have anything to say.
I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter. I thought that this electric typewriter was about the most fascinating toy in the world - I liked the little bell and the sounds and the feel of the keys and especially the erase key.
Last week I got a flu that I caught, 'cause my daughter coughed ... into my mouth.
The very quick and high sales of the book caught us off guard, but fortunately we got the second edition from the printers at the end of last week and the shops should now be stocked again.
What is God like? Because millions and millions of people were taught that the primary message - the center of the Gospel of Jesus - is that God is going to send you to hell, unless you believe in Jesus. And so, what gets, subtlely, sort of caught and taught is that Jesus rescues you from God. But what kind of God is that; that we would need to be rescued from this God? How could that God ever be good; how could that God ever be trusted? And how could that ever be good news.
Last week I did a piece for Style on advice to Laura Bush about how to help her husband. This week it's religion. It just depends on what I find interesting at the moment.
The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.
I'm glad I got to do 'The Last Five Years' and 'Into the Woods,' which are both shows that I just don't think I could have the stamina to do them eight times a week. I just have so much respect for the women who do these vocal roles eight times a week. They're so challenging.
They gave 12 monkeys a typewriter for a week, and after a week, they only used it as a bathroom.
Just in the last week of his life, you could have seen him at Walgreens or at the Electric Fetus, where he often shopped for records - an astonishing sight, like the Mona Lisa taking in her own portrait at the Louvre. Prince, paradoxically, was reclusive but always around.
I once went out with this wild girl. She made French toast and got her tongue caught in the toaster.
Last week my tie caught on fire, some guy tried to put it out with an axe.
Doctor told me I've got two weeks to live. I said: "Can I have the last week in July and the 1st week in August?"
How does one gain confidence? It's just the repetitive nature of telling you how good you are. How good of a putter and chipper you are. How you've got this. You can beat the best players in the world. You've got all the talent. You just have to believe in yourself.
Last week I saw a woman flayed, and you will hardly believe, how much it altered her person for the worse.
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