Roommate Quotes

“Dogs are like kids. Cats are like roommates.”
― Oliver Gaspirtz, A Treasury of Pet Humor

“A good roommate may be the single most important thing to have when one is away at school.”
― Barbara Dana, A Voice of Her Own: Becoming Emily Dickinson

“There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, We Shadows

“Of course genes are not directly visible to selection. Obviously they are selected by virtue of their phenotypic effects, and certainly they can only be said to have phenotypic effects in concert with hundreds of other genes. But it is the thesis of this book that we should not be trapped into assuming that those phenotypic effects are best regarded as being neatly wrapped up in discrete bodies (or other discrete vehicles). The doctrine of the extended phenotype is that the phenotypic effect of a gene (genetic replicator) is best seen as an effect upon the world at large, and only incidentally upon the individual organism—or any other vehicle—in which it happens to sit.”
― Richard Dawkins, The Extended Phenotype: The Long Reach of the Gene

“Roommates are like a box of cheap fireworks, you never know what they will do next.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“I decided if I'm going to have roommates, I'd rather they be my family.”
― Bethany Baird

“I stood up and... there he was. My new roommate, standing right in front of me. He looked like he'd just stepped out from a magazine photo shoot, his hair artfully tousled and falling perfectly over his forehead. He was standing much closer to me than he had when I'd toured his apartment, and he seemed to notice that, too, his eyes widening and nostrils flaring a little as though he was breathing me in. He was dressed even more formally than he'd been the night I'd met him, adding a red silk ascot and black top hat to the charcoal-gray three-piece suit that fit like the gods had made it specifically for him.
It was an odd look, to be sure. But--- god help me--- it worked. My mouth watered for reasons having nothing to do with hunger.
If he noticed how overwhelmed I was by his appearance, he showed no sign of it. He simply frowned, brow furrowed in concern. He stepped a little closer. He smelled like fabric softener, the citrus fruit he'd put in my bedroom, and something deep and mysterious I had no name for.”
― Jenna Levine, My Roommate Is a Vampire