When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
Steven WrightRead
I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.
Interpretation
This quote humorously reflects on feeling stuck or lost in life.
In this witty observation by Steven Wright, the image of living on a one-way street that leads to a dead end serves as a metaphor for feeling trapped in circumstances or choices that seem to limit one's direction. It encapsulates the confusion and irony of finding oneself in a situation that feels both restrictive and inexplicable, ultimately highlighting the absurdity of life’s journey.
In practice
In a stand-up comedy routine discussing life's challenges.
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time... I think I've forgotten this before.
Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.
When I was on TV in the '80s, I wasn't thinking, 'There's a 10-year-old kid watching this and in 15 years, he's gonna be doing stuff that was influenced by me.' I was trying to get my five minutes together. So now that those people are comedians and they're influenced by me - it's bizarre.
I've been doing comedy longer than I haven't been doing comedy, as I was performing for three years before I even got on 'The Tonight Show.' There's truly nothing like it; it's intense and exhilarating, even though it looks so casual.
I don't get up, get dressed, go out, and think, 'Okay, I gotta find eight jokes.'
My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
You don’t want to ask after the health of anyone, if you’re a funeral director. They think maybe you’re scouting for business.
We've got a bunch of new writers now who tell me they grew up watching The Simpsons. It's bizarre, and they're writing some very funny stuff.
FIB, n. A lie that has not cut its teeth. An habitual liar's nearest approach to truth: the perigee of his eccentric orbit.
I don't speak German well but several experts have assured me that I write it like an angel. Maybe so, maybe so- I don't know. I've not yet made any acquaintances among the angels. That comes later, whenever it please the Deity. I'm not in any hurry.
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