306 Quotes by Bo Burnham

Well, man, you know what they say."No, I don't. I don't know what they say. I don't even know who they are. Who is this they? They seem pretty smug. They seem to think they know shit. Fuck them.

Sully suffers from a stutter,simple syllables will clutter,stalling speeches up on beacheslike a sunken sailboat rudder.Sully strains to say his phrases,sickened by the sounds he raises,strings of thoughts come out in knots,he solves his sentences like mazes.At night, he writes his thoughts insteadand sighs as they steadily rush from his head.

I put a chameleon on a red dildo... He blushed

I'll do that tomorrow. Then tomorrow comes and it's still today. Tomorrow is a relative term. Makes Annie a lot more depressing

MmmmmmI like that thing you do with your tongue. What do you call it? Speaking? Yeah, I dig it

In their vlogs, these kids were embodying the very truth that I as a writer am often desperate to deny: that our words fail us. They fail us brutally. The gap between the experience in our head and the articulation of that experience in our words is vast and disappointing.

Maybe life on earth could be heaven

Cup of JoeThere's nothing like a cup of joe,when the morning's grey and grim and slow,when the streets collide with the world outside,when litter lies where lilies grow.Just drink that smoking cup of blackand feel your feelings surging back.Plus, spill a drop and a coffee shopwill sprout up from a sidewalk crack!

FlowersOn the third of June, at a minute past two,where once was a person, a flower now grew.Five daisies arranged on a large outdoor stagein front of a ten-acre pasture of sage.In a changing room, a lily poses.At the DMV, rows of roses.The world was much crueler an hour ago.I’m glad someone decided to give flowers a go.