Hilarious Book Quotes Novels & Stories

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.

As I drank, another flash struck me without warning: *Grace laughing, her head thrown back in genuine mirth, as I struggled to build a bookshelf for her reading room. The instructions spread across the floor, pieces scattered everywhere, and her teasing voice: "For someone who can rebuild an engine blindfolded, you're hilariously bad at following IKEA instructions."*

“Even his own family knows it. So to have such an amoral man moralizing to his son is ironic to the audience.” She paused for effect, then added, “It’s doubly ironic that the humorous passage has become one of Shakespeare’s most quoted, as words to live by. Or, as Mr. Sapling so eloquently put it, awesome advice.” "Bravo, Ms. Morris!" the professor cried, clapping his hands. “Good to see someone here is paying attention. Now…”

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

I glared at him, and he noticed it. “What?” he asked innocently but a smirk is very evident on his lips. “What’s funny?” I asked really mad. He raised a brow; amusement is in his eyes. “I am reading a funny book,” he said. My eyes went down to his book, and it was really scientific so why the hell a funny topic would be there? He’s annoying. I just rolled my eyes and walked out to find a fine book that I can read. I stopped in the history section and stared at the books and without noticing I am now smiling.

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."

'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal. And not everything can be settled with blood and money....' That was the first line, a brown cover book said. A sly grunt like a silly laugh escaped my lips as I read the malicious lines, most writers were perfect at preaching fallacies. Boring. Hypocrite. I'm not sure the perfect word to describe what those phrases actually meant. I read the lines again, somewhere in my head, my eyes studying the calligraphy on paper. I frowned. Stupid quote. My hands touched the words, and I tore out the page. Rumpling it and tusking it into the waste bin by the door.

She may have a bit of stubborn and brat bones in her body. "You could have made it last time too if Lilith didn't made a total worthless joke about breathing in hell which had Grace laughing like a fool ." Emily scoffs remembering their stupidity that night. "It was funny though" Grace defends herself,It's not her fault that she finds stupid nerd jokes funny.

Lucas and I laughed out loud, unable to believe that this is happening. "No! You peed like a fucking fountain, Lucas!" she shouted in the background. "Peeing is like a good book. It is very hard to stop once you start it." Lucas reasoned, and I just stood there, laughing hard that I felt like I was going to pee due to my heavy laughter. "Don't you even try going all John Green on me Mr. Pee-cock." Ava shouted from behind and I laugh harder at that name. Mr. Pee-cock? That is a very clever name.

"Sir Flufftail, armed with nothing but a spoon and an oversized helmet, declared loudly, 'Fear not, dear citizens! I shall conquer the pudding monster!' before promptly falling face-first into a bowl of raspberry jelly." I couldn't remember the last time I'd laughed like that real, belly-aching laughter that made my eyes water. Sinking deeper into a cozy chair, the book still clutched in my hands, a smile stretched across my face until eventually, without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep.