Jello Quotes

• Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.

  Diane Glancy

  Mold, Use, Torque

  Diane Glancy (1996). “Claiming Breath”, p.75, U of Nebraska Press

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• Put tattoos all up and down our thighs, do anything our parents would despise. Take uppers, downers, blues, and reds and yellows, our brains are turning into jello.

  Joan Baez

  Tattoo, Reality, Parent

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• ...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

  Sara Gruen

  Red, Breasts, Lumps

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• Everyone else is either asleep or having sex.  I’ve been watching cable television and eating jello.

  Stephen Chbosky

  Sex, Television, Eating

  Stephen Chbosky (2012). “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”, p.94, Simon and Schuster

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• That's how it always is in the entertainment industry, your feet are always treading Jello.

  Hedy Lamarr

  Feet, Hollywood, Entertainment

  Hedy Lamarr (1966). “Ecstasy and me: my life as a woman”

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• Trying to hit Phil Niekro is like trying to eat jello with chopsticks. Sometimes you get a piece but most of the time you get hungry.

  Bobby Murcer

  Trying, Pieces, Sometimes

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• Producing is like pushing jello up a hill on a hot day.

  Lucy Liu

  Hot, Pushing, Hills

  "Biography/ Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

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• Nothing could be taken for granted. Women who loved you tried to cut your throat, while women who didn't even know your name scrubbed your back. Witches could sound like Katharine Hepburn and your best friend could try to strangle you. Smack in the middle of an orchid there might be a blob of jello and inside a Mickey Mouse doll, a fixed and radiant star.

  Toni Morrison

  Stars, Taken, Cutting

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• The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallow subcategory. He's got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.

  Neal Stephenson

  Book, Night, Light

  Neal Stephenson (2003). “Snow Crash”, p.1, Spectra

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