Quoted by Israel Shenker, "Critics Here Focus on Films As Language Conference Opens," http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F50A11FF3E59107A93CAAB1789D95F468785F9 The New York Times (1972-12-28) <br class="br">Often quoted as "How could Nixon have won? Nobody I know voted for him"; referring to George McGovern's loss to Richard Nixon in in the 1972 presidential election.
“I am mystified. I know only one person who voted for Nixon.”
Pauline Kael (1919–2001) American film critic
Attributed to Kael after the 1972 American Presidential election, which Nixon won easily. This misquote is presumably based on "I live in a rather special world." above, but there is no evidence that Kael was mystified or surprised by that election's outcome.
Misattributed
Jonathan Safran Foer book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Oskar during a visit to his therapist, Dr. Fein
"Happiness, Happiness" (p. 201)
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (2005)
Context: "I feel too much. That's what's going on." "Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel the wrong ways? "My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's inside and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside." "But it's worse for me." "I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him." "Probably. But it really is worse for me."
Laura Nyro (1947–1997) American musician and songwriter
"And When I Die"
Lyrics
Justin Bieber (1994) Canadian singer-songwriter, record producer, and actor
Interview with The Sun, as quoted by MTV http://www.mtv.co.uk/news/justin-bieber/201278-justin-bieber-my-world-20, March 2010
Mike Tyson (1966) American boxer
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/print?id=2083509&type=story
On boxing
“To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets.”
Samuel Beckett book Molloy
Molloy (1951)
Context: To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets. And of that life too I shall tell you perhaps one day, the day I know that when I thought I knew I was merely existing and that passion without form or stations will have devoured me down to the rotting flesh itself and that when I know that I know nothing, am only crying out as I have always cried out, more or less piercingly, more or less openly. Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you. Yes let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.
