Don't cut off your nose yourself.
Look at Senegal, about 90% of the Muslims in Senegal are Tijani or Qadiri Sufis. Among them, they have very great teachers who have written poems about al-Hallaj, and they have not been killed. In fact, it's Sufism that brought Islam through all of Senegal, right under our noses the last couple of centuries. And you can go down the same line through Indonesia and Malaysia.
If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?
You stick your nose in the dirt until you find something that smells good.
I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.
A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose to the grindstone.
I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I'm not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I'm seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and dreams. And fears. And secrets. In every face.
I have a very sensitive nose. I identify with dogs. I understand the world through my nose.
They don't make red noses to fit black people. I have a wide nose like a Volkswagen and I have never had a red nose that fitted me.
Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.
How come I can pick my ears, but not my nose? Who made up that rule anyway? How can you say that's the way it is, that's just the way it goes, why don't you decide fore yourself what you can do?
I'm writing a poem right now about a nose. I've always wanted to write a poem about a nose. But it's a ludicrous subject. That's why, when I was younger, I was afraid of [writing] something that didn't make a lot of sense. But now I'm not. I have nothing to worry about. It doesn't matter.
I've always felt if my nose were more crooked, critics would focus more on my acting.
An inch in a man's nose is much.
Science fiction let me do both. It let me look into science and stick my nose in everywhere.
I've been good about keeping my nose to the grindstone.
I don't get a fair whack, I don't pursue vendettas or punch people on the nose.
Zen is very easy! It's like touching your nose when you wash your face in the morning!
In the library I discovered that you could learn by following your nose. And I learned that a book was as close to a living thing as you could get without being one.
If you pick up some paint with your brush and make somebody's nose with it, this is rather ridiculous when you think of it, theoretically or philosophically. It's really absurd to make an image, like a human image, with paint, today.