Best 25 quotes of Danny Wallace on MyQuotes

And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We're tiny. We don't matter. We're here for a second and then gone the next. We're a sneeze in the life of the universe.

Anonymity is an abused privilege, abused most by people who mistake vitriol for wisdom and cynicism for wit.

As a kid, so many films made me want to travel... the New York of 'Ghostbusters', the Shanghai that 'Indiana Jones' swung a few punches in. However, if I had to name one film that inspires travel, it would have to be 'E.T.' - especially if I could do it by flying BMX as he did...!

If I was going to act irresponsibly, the least I could do was be responsible for it.

I think if you've got a good idea it will stand out in one of the different mediums. For example, something might happen to me today and it could be something to talk about tomorrow on the radio, or I can write about it, or perhaps it will be best suited to telly.

I was saying yes because when you're in love, the world is full of possibilities, and when you're in love, you want to take every single one of them.

I will say yes to every favor, request, suggestion and invitation. I will swear to say yes where once I would say no.

Sometimes the little opportunities that fly at us each day can have the biggest impact.

Take the stupidest thing you've ever done. At least it's done. It's over. It's gone. We can all learn from our mistakes and heal and move on. But it's harder to learn or heal or move on from something that hasn't happened; something we don't know and is therefore indefinable; something which could very easily have been the best thing in our lives, if only we'd taken the plunge, if only we'd held our breath and stood up and done it, if only we'd said yes.

The closed mind is a disease. You need to have an open mind; otherwise life will just pass you by.

The only time you have no opportunities is when you decide to stop taking them.

The people around you are you. They share your history. They can even write it with you. And when you lose one, there's no doubt you lose some of yourself, however they're lost.

The sad thing is, I was discovering that you almost have to make a joke of being good to strangers. Up and down the country, these people doing their good deeds were doubtless being seen as slightly eccentric, when in reality and in an ideal world they should be deemed the most normal people of all.

Wagamama. Text messaging aficionados might like to note that this is one of the most satisfying words you can possibly type.

What a terrible thing, I thought, to let a moment go.

If we have faith that some higher powers, some enlightened beings, are helping us to develop spiritually, then you begin to relate to life completely differently. And I suppose life starts to become a little more magical. Every opportunity must be seen as a chance to learn. We have to be open to whatever happens, good or bad. Because anything that happens is a chance to increase our wisdom, and to walk further down the path to enlightenment. So if you miss the bus, that's an opportunity to learn. If you become ill, that's an opportunity to learn something new, like compassion maybe. - 319

I love London. I love everything about it. I love its palaces and its museums and its galleries, sure. But also, I love its filth, and damp, and stink. Okay, well, I don’t mean love, exactly. But I don’t mind it. Not any more. Not now I’m used to it. You don’t mind anything once you’re used to it. Not the graffiti you find on your door the week after you painted over it, or the chicken bones and cider cans you have to move before you can sit down for your damp and muddy picnic. Not the everchanging fast food joints – AbraKebabra to Pizza the Action to Really Fried Chicken – and all on a high street that despite its three new names a week never seems to look any different. Its tawdriness can be comforting, its wilfulness inspiring. It’s the London I see every day. I mean, tourists: they see the Dorchester. They see Harrods, and they see men in bearskins and Carnaby Street. They very rarely see the Happy Shopper on the Mile End Road, or a drab Peckham disco. They head for Buckingham Palace, and see waving above it the red, white and blue, while the rest of us order dansak from the Tandoori Palace, and see Simply Red, White Lightning, and Duncan from Blue. But we should be proud of that, too. Or, at least, get used to it.

I mean No is power. No says, "I'm in charge." Think about how many times you've said yes in the past year, and how many times you would've liked to have said no instead. Maybe being able to say no is the one thing that keeps us sane. Some people go through their whole lives saying yes over and over again--yes to things they don't want to do but feel obliged to; yes to things that allow other people to take advantage of them, just because that's the way things are, the way things have always been. Some people need to learn how to say no. Because every time they say yes, they say no to themselves.

I poked a monk.

I sat down on the sofa, surrounded by years of coffee rings and sandwich stains. If the police ever did a DNA test on this sofa, it would be ninety per cent disappointment.

It appears your son was 85 percent curry!

I was her world, yes, and I was at that point we all reach where I was denying she was mine. I'd never quiet forgive myself for that.

Non so cosa ci sia all'interno di questa scatoletta di plastica, e non so nemmeno se lo saprò mai. E il problema sta tutto lì. Potrei saperlo; avrei potuto aprirla nel giro di un'ora, avrei potuto esaminarne il contenuto e sapere una volta per tutte se c'è una speranza...o meno. Ma se lo faccio, e poi scopro che c'è speranza, cosa succede se c'è solo quella? Solo un briciolo di speranza? Cosa succede se scopro che era solo una bolla di sapone? Perché se c'è una cosa che odio della speranza è che la speranza improvvisa è la strada spianata verso l'improvvisa disperazione.

The people who know you well are the people who know your vulnerabilities.

The thing I realised instantly was that at first, Wag had blamed all of this on luck. But he'd made that luck happen. He just hadn't realised it. He'd made a series of 'correct' choices, which had let him, bass in hand, to his girl. Maybe we can all do that. Maybe we can all change our fortunes. Maybe there's no such thing as destiny - there's just a series of choices we create ourselves. I guess it's only when we look at how a No could have changed our lives for the worse that we realise the value of the tiny yeses that fly at us each day. - 293