Best 115 quotes in «santa quotes» category

The people are just the unwitting slaves of their representative governments, the best of which are like insatiable leeches that suck the lifeblood from their populations. The people then foolishly and euphorically rejoice when the body politic belches up a modest excess of their own blood for them to take back.

The people will act on the environment they perceive, not the one that is their reality.

There are four kinds of people in the world: Those who want to profit off others without changing anything. Those who want to profit off others and would try to improve the world in so doing. Those who want to profit off of others and are willing to destroy the world to do so and finally those who don’t care to profit off others and are the inevitable victims of the other three. The trick is to know which one of these people you are.

The problem is not that Santa stops existing but that we do. The children we are no longer exist, a fact we do not help through immersing ourselves in the repeating cycle of wake, work, dinner, internet, sleep.

What would happen to the dream if its dreamer was no more?

They watch through cameras, listen to phone calls, read e-mail, record conversations; they don’t even need a court order to do it and then they do it under the guise of patriotism.

Think of the Christmas present of gashes you opened when, in an attempt to be Superman, you slid in stocking feet on a slippery wood floor and crashed half way through a window. Hopes of heroism dashed on the heels of no clear sighting of Santa.

We can do more for the people if they are not so aware of what we are trying to do.

We half-eat cookies and drink the milk, we leave notes, all so kids will believe in something that isn’t true. Kids try their best to scientifically determine whether Santa's real and our whole culture feeds them false evidence. We dupe them.

We may deny the truth of our childhoods while we are living them, but we one day realize the truth of our parents as readily as we do that of Santa. Neither are as perfect as our memories would have them…

The whole concept of some stranger making his way down our chimney - not that we had one - suggested burglary more readily than generosity. Any Santa who tried it would have gotten a bullet in his holly, jolly keister.

To aspire to utopia at all cost, especially at the cost of freedom, is to seal your fate either to live bitter and frustrated with the impossible quest.

We are merely a pawn in a chess game played by the nations of the world. Should we not be a bigger, more important piece in the game? Are we not all capable of playing the part of the king or queen?

We no longer solve problems; we just push technology. Today it’s a matter of code and software. Most of the creativity is gone. You already know you can do it. It’s just a matter of how much code and time it will take.

Why is the public so blindly self-destructive? So willing to enslave itself for a free trinket or empty promise?

Would people please stop telling me Santa Claus doesn't exist? I met him when I was a kid, surrounded by teenaged elves n stuff, one of them had a camera, and he was fun and smelt of fags n beer, I remember his big red nose too, even the hairs in his nostrils. You see I met him, sat on his lap chatted and he gave me a toy car, n yeah it was in a market, but I know he was the real Santa........

You will only be as good, as changing, as imaginative as those who control you and those who would presume that society will benefit only by their dictates at the expense of the freedoms of all the others.

You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I'm telling you why, Cause Santa Clause might put a cap in your ass.

You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?” Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree. “No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.” “I didn’t eat them, Harper.” “Sure you didn’t.” “Prove it then.” “How?

A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes.

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered.

Contemporary American children, if they are old enough to grasp the concept of Santa Claus by Thanksgiving, are able to see through it by December 15th.

Department store Santas are apparently being trained to lower children's expectations about toys because of the recession. Yeah, it's weird when you ask Santa for a train set and he's like, 'Yeah, how 'bout a bus token?

For the art-historically informed, no art has truly shocked since November 19, 1971, when Chris Burden had himself shot in the arm by a friend, at F-Space in Santa Ana, California. Sliced cows and surgically altering one's own face is aftershock art.

Grown ups don't believe in Santa Claus. They vote.

Anybody who is born in Santa Rosa must turn out to be either an artist or a poet, for the spirit of the hills gets into your blood out there.

Christmas always sucked when I was a kid because I believed in Santa Claus. Unfortunately, so did my parents. So I never got anything.

Do you remember when you found out there was no Santa Claus? I was so upset I didn't think I'd be able to do the show.

For the most part, people use God as Santa Claus.

I keep 3 hos but don't call me Santa And I'm and I'm flyer than reindeers in winter

I don't really miss God but I sure miss Santa Claus!

If we talk about the environment, for example, we have to talk about environmental racism - about the fact that kids in South Central Los Angeles have a third of the lung capacity of kids in Santa Monica.

I joined the board of the Santa Fe Institute.

I'm not going to make a present of Santa.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

I never saw a department store Santa as a kid. My mother was afraid to take me.

If SANTA CLAUS came down the chimney in a f**king jogging suit, you wouldn't even know it was him.

If the Pilgrims had landed in Santa Monica Bay rather than Boston, we'd have six states out here!

I just discovered the Santa Monica flea market, every Sunday. I go weekly. There's a lot of interesting things there.

I love Santa Monica and Venice because I like the beach. I have a lot of friends in that area.

Most of the holiday movies I enjoy, like 'It's a Wonderful Life,' don't really involve Santa.

I seriously doubt that the Santa police do an underwear check." -Cora

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus.

Nobody shoots at Santa Claus.

My mouth gaped and I think I might have whimpered. The Norns had obliterated him completely—a creature they’d known for centuries—because of me. It was like watching Rudolph get shot by Santa Claus.

Not everyone who sells Christmas trees believes in Santa Claus.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!

One of the things I had a hard time getting used to when I came to California in '78 was Santa Claus in shorts.