Simon Cowell Quotes

What other people think about me is none of my business .

You didn't beat the compotition you crushed the compotition!

You sounded like Dolly parton on helium." (After kristy lee cook of season 7 on american idol,sang her country rendition of the Beatles'"Eight Days A Week.)

It was like orderin a hamburger and getting only the buns" (After Brooke White of season 7 on american idol sang the song 'Hero' by Mariah Carey)

Not everybody is perfect, and I don't think we should be looking for perfect people.

What did I say about speculating?” I warn. “One more word and I’ll have you all doing a music video with synchronized dancing faster than you can say Backstreet Boys.” Whip lifts up a hand. “Okay, geesh. Got it. You two are an impenetrable wall that no one shall gaze upon. No need to go all Simon Cowell on us.

I think you have to judge everything based on your personal taste. And if that means being critical, so be it. I hate political correctness. I absolutely loathe it.

Eh, I’d give it a four and a half.” “Out of five?” “Ten,” I replied, watching him tread the water. “Fine, Simon Cowell,

People are tired of this mainstream shit; television and radio is ghastly and the public can smell the corporate meeting. When you watch a show with Simon Cowell, you know no human touch has been near it, that they've carefully engineered the outcome and picked those they're going to humiliate. We live in an age of information glut, but so many people don't question what they're spoon-fed or bother to search for themselves.

If you've got a big mouth and you're controversial, you're going to get attention.

My attitude is, if someone’s going to criticize me, tell me to my face.

My proudest achievement has been the success of the shows and artists I have been involved with, because they were made in Britain.

Why is this interesting? Why are we watching?

If I could speak to that kid from Doncaster standing there back in 2010 waiting to impress Simon Cowell, knowing everything that I do now and having experienced this crazy life in One Direction, I’d tell him to sing his heart out ... and to get ready for the ride of his life.

I LOVE ONE DIRECTION!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone who complains about invasion of privacy shouldn't work in the entertainment business. You can't have it both ways. It's as simple as that.

I think that by ignoring the show you're ignoring the audience who put you there.

She was pretty normal back then, before Simon Cowell entered her life.

I have always hated celebrities lecturing people on politics. So forgive me. But I am passionate about this country. I am equally passionate about the potential of the people who live here.

The end of the animal trade would leave more time to trap or beat to death pop star wannabes.

Sometimes you feel there's like a tidal wave of stuff that continues to come. You feel trapped.

It's one of those important things you learn in your life, which is, your ego can start believing it is only you... and you don't recognize the people around you.

I have seen that the American Dream is a reality - and I would love to feel the British Dream is also a reality. To enable that, we have to bring back some common sense and encourage family values, a proper sense of justice and make people believe they have a decent chance to build a business or career for themselves. I see this moment as a fantastic opportunity to restore this, because I believe Britain Has Talent.

Whip shakes his head. “Fucking knew it.” “You know nothing,” Sophie hisses at him. Jax high-fives Rye. “You owe us each fifty bucks, Killian.” “Shit, and I was so sure he’d hold out longer. Thanks a lot, Scottie.” Killian glares at me. The little arse. “What did I say about speculating?” I warn. “One more word and I’ll have you all doing a music video with synchronized dancing faster than you can say Backstreet Boys.” Whip lifts up a hand. “Okay, geesh. Got it. You two are an impenetrable wall that no one shall gaze upon. No need to go all Simon Cowell on us.

Well,that all worked out nicely," Edward said from my hand. "Yup." I sat down and propped the postcard upright against my books. "Thanks." "Whatever for?" "Being real,I guess. I'm pretty sure this paper about your life will get me into NYU.Which,when you think about it, is a pretty great gift from a guy I've never met who's been dead for a hundred years." Edward smiled. It was nice to see. "My pleasure,darling girl. I must say, I like this spark of confidence in you." "About time,huh?" "Yes,well.Have you forgiven the Bainbridge boy?" "For...?" "For hiding you." "He wasn't.I was hiding me." I gave Edward a look before he could gloat. "Yeah,yeah. You've always been very wise. But this isn't really about my forgiving Alex,is it?" He had the grace to look a little embarrassed. "I suppose not. So?" "So.I think you were a good guy, Edward. I think you probably would have told everyone exactly how you felt about Marina of you could have.If she hadn't been married, maybe, or if you'd lived longer. I think maybe all the pictures of you did of her were your public delcaration. Whaddya think? Can I write that? Is it the truth?" "Oh,Ella." His face was sad again, just the way he'd cast it in bronze. But it was kinda bittersweet now, not as heartbroken. "I would give my right arm to be able to answer that for you.You know I would." "You don't have a right arm,Mr. Willing. Left,either." I picked up the card again. "Fuhgeddaboudit," I said to it. "I got this one covered." I tucked my Ravaged Man inside Collected Works. It would be there if I wanted it.Who knows. Maybe Edward Willing will come back into fashion someday,and maybe I'll fall for him all over again. In the meantime, I had another guy to deal with.I sat down in front of my computer.It took me thirty seconds to write the e-mail to Alex. Then it took a couple of hours-some staring, some pacing,an endless rehearsal dinner at Ralph's, and a TiVo'd Christmas special produced by Simon Cowell and Nigel Lythgoe with Nonna and popcorn-for me to hit Send.

For instance: years into the future the building where X Factor is filmed could be a house. The residents may witness the spectre of Simon Cowell saying “That’s possibly the worst audition I’ve ever seen,” over and over again.

I don’t need Simon Bloody Cowell making me look like a right tit on the telly.

Unfortunately, we have become a civilization of pussies. To give you an example, do you remember a news story on Yahoo! about a high school basketball team that scored over 100 points, and the other team had less than 20 points? The “officials” in charge said that the winning team was wrong for embarrassing the other team like that. I remember the good ole’ days when sports were meant to be won, and the winning team got the glory. Instead of that happening now, we are supposed to make every kid feel like they did a good job even if they sucked ass. Sorry, but they were losers that day. Does that make them losers in life? Not unless they bitch and whine about it not being fair that they lost by that difference in points.   If

As adults, we should be smarter and not make every kid feel special. That’s how mediocre people are created; someone lied to them all of their life and they didn’t feel a need to improve themselves.   If

There's just the faintest strain of Simon Cowell running right trough your family, isn't there?

According to Horrocks, who still has contacts with police officers and sees what they’re prepared to investigate when he takes his clients’ cases to them, the authorities only get involved in a case if it will earn them good press coverage. ‘If there’s a celebrity involved, Simon Cowell or whatever-her-name-is Ecclestone, the police are all over it,’ he said, ‘but if old Mrs Smith gets defrauded on a phone scam, and every penny to her name has gone, which might be only a few thousand quid but which has destroyed her life, no one looks at that.

Nightbirde, who received Simon Cowell’s golden buzzer on “AGT,” died at age 31 following a four-year battle with cancer. Our hearts go out to her family…

I was living life like in one of those Disney movies, where I genuinely believed nobody was ever going to die

Pretend Simon Cowell's watching & criticising you 24/7.
 Brutal [solid] honesty will guide you to greatness. Until you know better, suck it up Cupcake!

Tell it like it is. Your parents taught you not to lie, so why do you spend your entire life lying to people in order to spare their feelings?   Sometimes

I AM BASICALLY ALEX JONES’S Simon Cowell. I star-spotted him in the late-1990s. He’d been a locally renowned radio talk show host in Austin, Texas, back then, but I gave him the idea that catapulted him to fame. My idea was for the two of us to sneak into a secretive summer camp in the forests of Northern California called Bohemian Grove, where powerful men like George H.W. Bush, Dick Cheney and Henry Kissinger were rumored to undertake an annual ritual in which a human effigy was thrown into the fiery belly of a giant stone owl.

God suffers from envy, He must also suffer from the other Seven Deadly Sins, which makes Him an angry, fat, egotistical, womanizing, filthy, titty-baby.  Wow!  Simon Cowell is God!