Words matter. These are the best Toilet Paper Quotes from famous people such as Billy Wilder, Passenger, Sean Hepburn Ferrer, Gretchen Rubin, Shenaz Treasury, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
France is a place where the money falls apart in your hands but you can’t tear the toilet paper.
I can play the main stage at the Newport Folk Festival in front of 10,000 people and do all the gigs and stuff I want to do. Then I can go home and get toilet paper on a Sunday morning and not get hassled.
My mother always told me, ‘I didn’t make a perfume or go sell toilet paper. I did something good with my name.’
Don’t let yourself fall into ’empty.’ Keep cash in the house. Keep gas in your tank. Keep an extra roll of toilet paper squirreled away. Keep your phone charged.
Hate American toilets with only toilet paper and no bidets.
For some reason, the only Swedish I know how to say is, ‘There is no toilet paper.’
I don’t think many people understand what racism is. The intellectuals use it like toilet paper; it’s something they can use. It’s not something they live.
I’ve always loved 3D. In fact, as a kid, I was exposed to 3D at an early age because my grandfather was a specialist of 3D in cinematheques. And then my cousin put it in ‘Science of Sleep’ with toilet paper tube cities. But he was a specialist and I always wanted to do something in 3D.
I have a very silly sense of humor. I’ve never laughed harder in my entire life than seeing someone with toilet paper stuck on the bottom of their shoe.
If you’re embarking around the world in a hot-air balloon, don’t forget the toilet paper.
In captivity, one loses every way of acting over little details which satisfy the essentials of life. Everything has to be asked for: permission to go to the toilet, permission to ask a guard something, permission to talk to another hostage – to brush your teeth, use toilet paper, everything is a negotiation.
France is the country where the money falls apart and you can’t tear the toilet paper.
When I was on the swim team as a kid, I used to hide out from my coach by going into the bathroom and hiding out in one of the stalls. And I would literally wrap myself in toilet paper so as not to get hypothermia.
I have said with as much sincerity as I can muster that if I were thrown into a dungeon with a sentence of one hundred years, with my only company being an illiterate guard who came twice a day with meals but who never spoke, I would still write – on coarse toilet paper in the dark if I could spare it.
What I’ve come to find out is it doesn’t matter if you’re selling a $10,000 gown or toilet paper: The everyday sort of humdrum of customer service and retail is the same.
Today you can go to a gas station and find the cash register open and the toilets locked. They must think toilet paper is worth more than money.
The first beat that I ever made that I thought was actually worth a damn was called ‘Toilet Paper Nostrils,’ and I made it when I had a cold. I had the worst cold ever. And I had toilet-paper nostrils making music, but it was really reflective of how I felt. It was a really sad trumpet sound.
I’m looking into making toilet paper. It’s not an option unless you a bum and gotta use newspaper. It’s not an option. Like, it’s an option if you wanna drive a car. It’s an option if you wanna use a straw. It’s an option if you wanna wear a pair of Nikes or Reeboks.
The fact that I live in New York, a city that thrives on accessibility, might explain why I was slow to grasp the appeal of Alexa. Here we have bodegas on every corner, most open 24 hours, in case you need to pick up a roll of toilet paper or a bottle of hot sauce in the middle of the night.
The only reason I’d bring a Bible out here is if I needed toilet paper.
It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.
When somebody follows you 20 blocks to the pharmacy, where they watch you buy toilet paper, you know your life has changed.
I kind of have a strange addiction to hair dryers. Like on the TV show, where they eat toilet paper or eat the wall or something – I’m addicted to hair dryers. Since I was 8 years old, I’ve used them to fall asleep. I love the white noise. I love the heat. It just puts me right to sleep.
I have the largest collection of Hulk memorabilia in the world – everything from toilet paper, wallpaper, bicycles – all boxed up at my house in Northern California. I’ve had it for so long, I think it might be time to sell it.
I’m a writer who stacks cat food for a living. It’s true: I have a master’s degree in creative writing, I’ve published two critically successful books, and I get paid to replenish the shelves of my local food co-op with pet food, sponges and toilet paper. Nine days out of 10, I do it quite happily.
We live in such a celebrity-driven culture, but all those people have to go buy toilet paper, and all those people have products they use and their favorite sweet treats. They all have to write to-do lists, and they’re all reading books – well, hopefully most people are doing those things.
When I was younger I was told to lose some weight because I was a little bit chubbier, but I didn’t dream of modelling in Milan or anywhere like that because I don’t find toilet paper too tasty.
My mom really let us do our own thing and play with different trends, and my sister was a little older, so she had all the beauty tricks. I would stuff things like rolled-up toilet paper into my hair to get volume, or do the reverse, and I’d lie on my back, and she’d use an actual iron to straighten it.
When I started as a color man in the booth with CBS, I would make footballs out of a roll of toilet paper.
If you can market smut and toilet paper, you can market movies.
Never give an artist like me carte blanche: he would think it’s simply toilet paper.
A rebel. That was me when I was younger. What was a rebel from New Jersey? A rebel was moving to the Village, not sleeping with top sheets, not eating a hot breakfast in the morning, not having 20 rolls of toilet paper and 10 boxes of Kleenex.
There’s a deep underlying unpredictability to life that is thrilling. In China, my wife would say you go out to buy toilet paper, and you come back, and something interesting or revealing or funny happened on the way.
