A Quote by C.E. Murphy

I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne — © C.E. Murphy
I'm not a goddamned faith healer! I don't talk to God! I'm a mechanic and her goddamned engine was broken! --Joanne
We want to get the hell over there. The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.
What is it about her that is so goddamned special?
When a faith-healer commands God to perform a miracle, in the absence of a prayer that says, 'Thy will be done,' it is, as far as I am concerned, the most rank form of arrogance . . . The faith-healer Bosworth once said that faith makes God act. If you follow that line of reasoning God is in His heaven, but Bosworth rules the world!
We are all Gods acting like goddamned fools.
Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?
I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
I sometimes think we deserve to die, we're all so goddamned stupid.
Politics would be a helluva good business if it weren't for the goddamned people.
Write your goddamned book now. The world awaits.
And ... and what is civilisation if it isn't people talking to each other over a goddamned beer?
I'm a millionaire, I guess, but I'm just a normal person and I like everybody, taxi drivers, whoever you are, to call me by my first name and talk to me on a man-to-man basis. I think the garbage collector is as important as the goddamned president.
If a story doesn't give you a hard-on in the first couple of scenes, throw it in the goddamned garbage.
Don't tell me what's in the Red Book. I wrote the goddamned thing. And I know that it's a lot of crap.
Setting out around midnight, I couldn't help shaking my head, "We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever." I muttered.
I eat as much as I ever did, I drink more than I should, and my sex life is none of your goddamned business.
Who are these human beings anyway? They walk around, strut, fret, as if they owned the planet, or the goddamned universe. I mean, who do they really think they are?
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