Snoopy Quotes

Snoopy: So this is the last day of the year. Another complete year gone by and what have I accomplished this year that I haven't accomplished every other year? Nothing! (He smiles.) How consistent can you get?

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. The maid screamed. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, the king lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small farm in Kansas, a boy was growing up.

Only in math can you buy sixty cantaloupes and no one asks what the hell is wrong with you.

I just discovered I’m completely unprepared to seduce you.” “I swear to you, Snoopy has never looked sexier.

Some day, we will all die, Snoopy. True, but on all the other days, we will not.

My mind reels with sarcastic replies!

Is it possible to say "It was a beautiful morning at the end of November" without feeling like Snoopy?

Grandchildren now don't write a thank you for the Christmas presents. They are walking on their pants with their cap on backward, listening to the Enema Man and Snoopy, Snoopy Poop Dog.

It was a dark and stormy night. - Snoopy

We used to have a dog named Snoopy, you know, a real live dog. I suppose people who love Snoopy won't like it, but we gave him away. He fought with other dogs, so we traded him in for a load of gravel.

A Johnson honours his obligations. His word is good and he is a good man to do business with. A Johnson minds his own business. He is not a snoopy self-righteous trouble-making person. A Johnson will give help when neeeded.

Snoopy is a mean word,” Ezra added. “You’re persistently inquisitive.

Snoopy got far more rejection letters than he ever got acceptances, and the rejections ranged (as they will) from impersonal to flippant to cruel.

Snoopy Ned Nickerson went to the cupboard To find Nancy Drew a clue. But when he got there, Each cupboard was bare And so there was no clue for Drew.

as Schulz himself has pointed out, Snoopy is capable of being 'one of the meanest' members of the entire Peanuts cast ... he is lazy, he is a 'chow-hound' without parallel, he is bitingly sarcastic, he is frequently a coward, and he often becomes quite weary of being what he is basically -- a dog. He is, in other words, a fairly drawn caricature for what is probably the typical Christian.

I like the way she dances. She shows a heavy Pharaonic influence, I'd say, in the elbows. With perhaps just a soupçon of Snoopy in the feet.

I love those dark moments in Peanuts. I love that they're in there, that Charles Schulz put the sad lonely bits of himself into the comic. I love the silliness too, the dancing Snoopy strips. The little boy Rerun drawing "basement" comics about Tarzan fighting Daffy Duck in a helicopter. Those are the bits that keep me reading. The funny parts! The fun parts. The silly bits that don't make any sense. And when I get to the sad lonely Peppermint Patty standing in a field wondering why nobody shook hands and said "good game," well, it works because that's not all she was. I try to think that way about everything. That's the kind of person I want to be.

There is a thought among some brands of theology that souls are waiting up in heaven to be born. Now how in the world anybody comes up with that is beyond me, and how you can be so sure of that is also beyond me. I always like to go back to Snoopy's theological writings, which he called, "Has It Ever Occurred to You That You Might Be Wrong." And that's the way I feel. These things fascinate me, and I like to talk about them with other people, and hear what they think. But I'm always a little bit leery of people who are sure that they're right about things that nobody's ever been able to prove, and never will be able to prove.

They had never met, but she had come to understand what had driven Victor’s wife to seek refuge in a full set of Snoopy mugs.

Here's Joe Cool hanging around the student union

They follow meaningless, boring rules and live meaningless, boring lives." Ahh," I say. "Except for you, of course." That's right." Because you eat butter straight from the pan." She arches her eyebrows, like Hey, I call it like I see it. Whatever," I say. "I'm not going to eat Snoopy just to make a statement.

Oh, Pandora. Where’s your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you’ve gone and done.

Snoopy is a mean word,” Ezra added. “You’re persistently inquisitive.” My victorious grin faltered. “Wait—

It was a dark and stormy night.

snoopy-head

passed—Snoopy, Ronald McDonald,

Yeah, I've seen you with Snoopy, you know,” Min said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "You two seem to be spending a lot of time together.

I want people to have more to say about me after I'm gone than, 'He was a nice guy...he chased sticks!' —Snoopy

snoopy snooperson, I have a throne room to impregnate.

On August 27, Cheap Trick opened for Fanny at Snoopy’s (later Stone Hearth) in Madison. Fanny had appeared with Todd Rundgren at Rockford Armory two nights earlier, with Dr. Bop & The Headliners opening. Meanwhile …

As Snoopy, that great contemporary philosopher, once said, “There’s nothing like a little physical pain to keep your mind off your emotional problems.” Charles M. Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, is clearly a perceptive man.

Marcie mi sta facendo un costume, Snoopy. Adesso è solo questione che io e te ci occupiamo del mio pattinaggio in modo che possa far bene nella gara... Come sono le mie figure? BLEAH!! Non sei un grande addolcitore di pillole, vero?

I've been keeping an eye out for the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day special. I know it will be on soon, and I never miss a Charlie Brown special. The best one is the Halloween show about the Great Pumpkin - which I've only missed one year in my life, due to the local ABC station having technical difficulties - but all the Peanuts shows make me feel like I'm one step closer to Halloween. The thing I like about the shows isn't the characters - it's the background. The colors are so amazing it almost takes my breath away. Every time I watch The Great Pumpkin I feel like I'm going to have a seizure during the scenes where Snoopy is in a dogfight. Just look at the background in those scenes. It really is too much to take. I can barely keep from holding my head in my hands and involuntarily groaning like I have a mouthful of the best chocolate cake ever made. I look at them and can literally smell the crisp autumn air - even in this cell. No horror movie in the world makes me feel the magick of Halloween as strongly as The Great Pumpkin.

It was a dark and stormy night

When she was one, Snoopy lost his nose. Her first words were ‘no nose’ as she held Snoopy up for us to see his injury – which was swiftly repaired with cotton and needle. Later, when she broke her wrist, he accompanied her to the operating theatre. She ended up with plaster of paris from palm to armpit, poor child. So did Snoopy – he emerged with his left paw plastered!

Charles Schulz once said that his Peanuts characters represented different aspects of himself. Philosophical Linus, crabby Lucy, insouciant Snoopy…and melancholic Charlie Brown, who was the heart of it all, the center of the strip, yet the one we could never admit to being. “I didn’t realize how many Charlie Browns there were in the world,” Schulz said. “I thought I was the only one.

I probably would have been a writer without Snoopy. I know without a doubt I would have loved dogs. What I don’t know is if my love of writing and my love of dogs would have been so intertwined. Snoopy wasn’t just my role model, he was my dream dog. Because he had an inner life, I ascribed an inner life to all the dogs I knew, and they proved me right. I have lived with many dogs I considered to be my equals, and a couple I knew to be my betters. The times I’ve lived without a dog, the world has not been right, as if the days were out of balance.

Fans of the Peanuts comic strip may also remember Snoopy beginning his novel again and again, always starting with the line 'It was a dark and stormy night' ... In fact, since 1982, San Jose State University has run a writing contest inspired by 'It was a dark and stormy night' ... Charles Dickens opens stave one of A Christmas Carol with 'Once upon a time' ... Similarly, James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man begins: 'Once upon a time' ... and Madeleine L'Engle begins A Wrinkle in Time with the very words 'It was a dark and stormy night.' (From Intro by Francine Prose)

Con questo non voglio dire che il depresso e insicuro Charlie Brown, l’egoista e sadica Lucy, l’eccentrico filosofo Linus e l’ossessivo Schroeder (che soddisfa le sue ambizioni beethoveniane con un pianoforte giocattolo e una sola ottava) non siano tutti avatar di Schultz. Ma il suo vero alter ego è chiaramente Snoopy: l’imbroglione proteiforme che fonda la propria libertà sulla certezza di essere in fondo adorabile, il trasformista che, per puro divertimento, può diventare un elicottero, un giocatore di hokey o il Grande Brachetto, e poi di nuovo, in un lampo, prima che il suo virtuosismo possa annoiarvi o sminuirvi, tornare a essere il cagnolino vivace che aspetta solo la cena.

Kate turned on her heel and walked out. Before she was halfway across the hall, though, Bunny had jumped up from the couch and come after her. “Are you saying we can’t see each other anymore?” she asked. “He’s just visiting me at my house! We’re not going out on dates or anything.” “The guy must be twenty years old,” Kate told her. “You don’t find anything wrong with that?” “So? I’m fifteen years old. A very mature fifteen.” “Don’t make me laugh,” Kate told her. “You’re just jealous,” Bunny said. She was following Kate through the dining room now. “Just because you have to settle for Pyoder—” “His name is Pyotr,” Kate said through her teeth. “You might as well learn to pronounce it right.” “Well, la-di-da to you, Miss Frilling-Your-rs. At least I didn’t have to rely on my father to find me a boyfriend.” By the time she was saying this, they had reached the kitchen. The two men glanced over at them, surprised. “Your daughter is a jerk,” Bunny told their father. “I beg your pardon?” “She is a snoopy, jealous, meddlesome jerk, and I refuse to—and now look!” Her attention had been snagged by something outside the window. The rest of them turned to see Edward slinking past with his shoulders hunched, veering beneath the redbud tree to cross to his own house. “I hope you’re satisfied,” Bunny told Kate. “Why is it,” Dr. Battista asked Pyotr, “that whenever I’m around women for any length of time, I end up asking, ‘What just happened here?’ ” “That is extremely sexist of you,” Pyotr said sternly. “Don’t blame me,” Dr. Battista said. “I base the observation purely on empirical evidence.

Wait, I really do need your help with this." He turned his computer monitor toward her and pointed. "Is this funny? It's a Snoopy/Snoop Dogg thing, and every time Charlie Brown tries to feed him, he's like, 'Thanks, Chizzuck.'...

The man's true life, for which he consents to live," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson, "lies altogether in the field of fancy. The clergyman, in his spare hours, may be winning battles, the farmer sailing ships, the banker reaping triumph in the arts: all leading another life, plying another trade from what they chose....For no man lives in the external truth, among salts and acids, but in the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows and storied walls." Snoopy, dining by candlelight on the top of his doghouse, with his stained-glass window and Van Gogh below, would agree.

ME, DOING MY SNOOPY “HAPPY

No. Please. I can't breathe yet. Damn. I can't decide what I like more... your Snoopy dance moves or your--

Two boys play with a soccer ball. Their clothes are patched and dotted with stains, one brown shirt with Snoopy as the Flying Ace but with chunks of white worn away, Snoopy’s existence precarious. Their ball is scuffed. Somewhat deflated. Most likely it was found, discarded by someone who had one better, and the empty lot they’re in is scattered with broken slabs of concrete and thick, scraggly thistles. But the boys are in heaven. Olivia lifts her camera, wanting to capture their joy, the way they’ve adapted the physical obstacles into part of their game, but with one click, she realizes that in truth it’s everything else that makes the photo interesting, that makes their joy stand out. It’s their circumstance. Their stains and tears. Their broken field.

I don’t know why I want to know this woman’s name. I just do. I’m from a small town, I’m allowed to be snoopy. And that’s all this is.

Snoopy as the flying ace was popular among actual fighter pilots and became a symbol for depicting their cultural values, featured on patches, unit insignias, and in training materials.

Charles knocked again and I jumped. The man had ESP (extra snoopy perception), and he knew I was home. “Mimi,” he yelled. “Get off the damn toilet and answer the door.” Because I’ve known Charles for so long, this wouldn’t normally embarrass me, but just after he yelled, I heard another voice. “Charles, how ya doing?” It was Sebastian, and now I had to answer the door. I cursed Charles silently and opened the door wide. “I hope you washed your hands.” Charles pushed past me into the house.

A friend is someone you can lean on.

I'm the best still in this game, I'm rich bitch like Rick James Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me Hell naw I ain't cuffin' 'em I'm a dog just like Snoopy And when I leave the mall it's sold out, erryday shoppin' Taylor gang, blowin' money, 50,000 on wrist watches 100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin' off, bitch pack your bags Bitch I came from hell and nothin', damn right I have to brag Try me and I'll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don't lollygag

We all have been lovers of privacy, except for the inquisitive souls in the Guard, and most times they’ve been kept in line—most times. I wanted to make sure of the rest of the times. Still, we’re also a snoopy people—we clearly like looking in on other cultures and people. Curiosity and privacy … an odd combination, perhaps. But perhaps not. A curious cat walks in shadows all the same.

Poor, poor Pandora. Zeus sends her off to marry Epimetheus, a not especially bright man she’s never even met, along with a mysterious covered jar. Nobody tells Pandora a word about the jar. Nobody tells her not to open the jar. Naturally, she opens the jar. What else has she got to do? How was she to know that all those dreadful ills would go whooshing out to plague mankind forevermore, and that the only thing left in the jar would be hope? Why wasn’t there a warning label? And then everyone’s like, Oh, Pandora. Where’s your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you’ve gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another—how many times does she have to say it?—nobody said a word about not opening it!

And then, everyone’s like, Oh, Pandora. Where’s your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity, now look what you’ve gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another, how many times does she have to say it, nobody said a word about not opening it!

Sirius took that opportunity to slip me a kiss. Because Lisbet was sleeping, I couldn’t scream like Lucy, but I could whisper her outrage when Snoopy planted one on her: “ ‘I have dog germs. Get hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some iodine!’ 

had to do the Snoopy Dance by myself.

That is okay with me.” John Scott and Tomo stepped forward at the same time, eager to go, and they almost bumped into each other. John Scott waved. “Gentlemen first.” Tomo said, “More like pimp daddy first.” “You’ve been watching too much MTV, dude.” “Fa shizzle dizzle it’s the big Neptizzle with the Snoopy D-O-Double Gizzle!

Footsteps sound behind me, and then Nathan is there, far too concerned and downright snoopy.

Pourquoi les aiguilles des horloges effectuent-elles le tour d’un cadran au lieu de monter et descendre le long d’une colonne, comme le mercure d’un thermomètre ? On aurait moins le sentiment de tourner en rond. Bien sûr, les secondes n’en finissent jamais de mourir au musée du monde, et le billet d’entrée n’est pas valable éternellement, mais enfin, vous connaissez ce dessin de Charles Schulz ? Charlie Brown et Snoopy sont assis sur un ponton, au bord de l’eau. « Nous allons tous mourir un jour », se désole Charlie Brown. Et Snoopy lui répond : « Mais pas lors des autres jours. » Il circule une traduction moins littérale, mais plus exacte du propos de Snoopy : « Oui, mais tous les autres jours, nous allons vivre. » C’est la version que je préfère. Ce n’est pas parce qu’il est impossible de faire reculer le temps qu’il faut renoncer à casser la gueule aux chronomètres.

We’re not supposed to call the cops,” Vince said. “Dan said the vamp tips him big to keep his mouth shut about his doings. The vamp, that is.” “He’s seen other girls in trouble?” There was an ominous undertone to Coughlin’s voice. “No, no! Dan woulda called that in. No, the extra money was just to keep Dan quiet about the goings and the comings from the house. There are reporters and just plain snoopy people who’d pay to know who visits a vampire. This vampire, Eric whatever, he didn’t want his girlfriend to catch grief about staying over at his place.” I hadn’t known that.

A Hairy Tail JAMIE CAMPBELL DEDICATION For Snoopy.

Snoopy.

I’d wear clothes she made, things like a bow tie, vest, and short pants. In first grade, two kids jumped me in a bathroom stall, and in order to break free I clocked one in the head with my metal Snoopy lunchbox, cutting his face open. The next day, the father brought his son into the class. At the front of the

Snoopy’s out again,” Private Hillman said. “I think his CO must be pissed at him.

He jerked upright, moved his swollen ankle injudiciously, and let out a sound like Snoopy getting hit in the balls. “Alggghhh….

Did you just call me Snoopy?" I grinned, feeling lighter than I had all morning. "Nosy Parker work better for you?" "Not even a little, Magic Mike." "Mike danced. He didn't swim." The pert nose of Princess Anya lifted a touch. "He put on a certain type of show. That's the point." "A type you apparently like to watch." Her cheeks pinkened as she bristled.

Growing up, I had three amazing dogs with distinct personalities. One of them was a randy mid-sized German spitz called Snoopy, father to countless puppies within a one- mile radius of our home in the cantonment. No lock could keep Snoopy in, no wall was too high. In the summer months, he slept besides his knell in the garden. His nocturnal rendezvous became the talk of town when he snuck into a fellow officer’s garden to sow his wild oats with Debbie the Doberman, who was twice his size. Snoopy was as unapologetic as my mother was embarrassed when the offi cer’s wife came home. She feared for Snoopy’s life, she told my mother diplomatically.

Why not? And for your information, the original wordsmith who penned the terrible purple prose was Edward Bulwer-Lytton in his novel Paul Clifford—not Snoopy.

Snoopy was a realist. Much respect for Snoopy. Woodstock was the asshole.

Okay, something is definitely wrong,” Chelsea said. “Your aura looks like the stink scribbles around Pigpen in the Snoopy cartoons.

The various health disciplines interested in the back have succeeded in creating an army of the partially disabled in this country with their medieval concepts of structural damage and injury as the basis of back pain. Though it is often difficult, every patient has to work through his or her fear and return to full normal physical activity. One must do this not simply for the sake of becoming a normal human being again (though that is a good enough reason physically and psychologically by itself) but to liberate oneself from the fear of physical activity, which is often more effective than pain in keeping one’s mind focused on the body. That is the purpose of TMS, to keep the mind from attending to emotional things. As Snoopy, that great contemporary philosopher, once said, “There’s nothing like a little physical pain to keep your mind off your emotional problems.” Charles M. Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, is clearly a perceptive man.

I will always love Snoopy and nothing can stop that,

I didn’t bother clarifying I had a very different stance on the matter, but inside my head, there was a mini Mason Flynt doing snoopy dances over the graves of every bastard I’d gladly kill for the sake of my elven lover. Because Papa Flynt was officially in the house.

And then everyone’s like, Oh, Pandora. Where’s your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you’ve gone and done.

I may have written myself into a corner.

The elegant economy of the drawing and the wild inventiveness of such pictorial devices as the towering pitcher's mound and the impossible perspective of Snoopy's doghouse keep the repetitiveness, talkiness, and melancholy of the strip a few buoyant inches off the ground, and save it from being fey. —John Updike, New Yorker, 22 Oct. 2007

Just over the JFK Bridge visit a variety of seafood restaurants where you can sit, dine, and watch the sun set over the Lagoona Madre. Snoopy’s, Frenchy’s, and the JFK Bridge Restaurant’s menus offer local fish.

Nobody dared touch it. They all knew that Snoopy’s carcass wasn’t a dead body, as much as it was a monument. A monument to the legend of Alastar Daivi.

DEDICATION For Snoopy. CHAPTER 1 Most people enjoyed their summer break. The sunshine, the beach, the cold drinks

But it’s not because I don’t believe. I just don’t like the expectations. The accountability. You miss one Sunday, and the following week, everyone gives you the third degree. You know, inadvertently butting their noses into your business. ‘Hi, Jan. We missed you last week. Hope everything’s okay?’ And you can’t just say that you didn’t want to get your ass out of bed and come. Nope, that’s frowned upon like you were too lazy for God, so you have to lie. Isn’t that fantastic? Christians lying because they don’t want to be judged, which happens to be a rule they are the very best at breaking. And don’t even get me started on the snoopiness and shame that comes with passing on the offering plate.

This world is full of new things to try. Not all of them will bring you joy, but those that don't will at least bring you education- as you'll learn to never do them again.

This theme—cash before all—is also a hoary one. George Gershwin relied on it in his song “Freud and Jung and Adler” for the 1933 musical Pardon My English. In a repeated refrain, the doctors sing that they practice psychoanalysis because it “pays twice as well” as specialties that deal with bodily ailments. Therapists are inherently comical Luftmenschen, impractical, except on this one front. They like their fees. Lucy’s perky insistence about billing gives the five-cents-please strips their final kick.

I had problems finding a suitable surname. I was thinking about it when I was lolling in my bath one morning. I peered all round the steamy room for some kind of inspiration. There aren’t a lot of possibilities in the average bathroom! I wondered about Tracy Flannel, Tracy Soap, Tracy Tap, Tracy Toothbrush, Tracy Toilet – and decided I’d never ever find a sensible surname that way. I got on with washing my hair and then reached for the old plastic Snoopy beaker I kept on the side of the bath to rinse all the shampoo away. I stared at it. Tracy Beaker? Yes, I had the right name at last.

I had a private, intense relationship with Snoopy, the cartoon beagle. He was a solitary not-animal animal who lived among larger creatures of a different species, which was more or less my feeling in my own house.

Like we changed our [radio] call signs in the middle of fucking things. Like we changed our [radio] call signs in the middle of fucking things. The Gooks some way or another got the roster of our shit. The fucking yo-yos in the back used to have all these fucking Indigenous Personnel working for them. So we were in the field and we were called, like, Robin Hood, Robin Hood One, Robin Hood Six, Broken Arrow. And they started to get our fucking call signs. And [the enemy] started talking to us on the fucking radios.... So when we went to the field, the six teams going had already talked. And we said, if this shit hits like it again, we'll all use something that we use back home. So like all of a sudden we became Batman and Robin, Snoopy and Pigpen. Y'know, "Snoopy, have you seen Pigpen?" "He's with Schroeder." Right? So we knew where everybody was. You fucking got the radio, and you're saying, "I'm in a deep fucking trouble? You people fucking serious?" Y'know? "What the fucking you doing to do? Send me to jail? Do me a fucking favor." I'm out there getting fucking murdered, and they're telling me I'm in fucking trouble.

Oh, Pandora. Where’s your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you’ve gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another—how many times does she have to say it?—nobody said a word about not opening it!

Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best—” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. —A. A. Milne

All you need is love.But a little bit of chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can. —Danny Kaye

Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player. —Albert Einstein

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here, we should dance. —Proverb

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can. —Neil Gaiman

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open. —John Barrymore

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance. —Alan Watts

Do a loony-goony dance ’Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain’t been there before. —Shel Silverstein