#insult

(Slap) “Owhhh … ” Raymond yelled as the Old Man’s cane hit his face. ↗

— Judy Byington

#badly-written-fiction #insult-to-intelligence #intelligence

to call a man without the Holy Spirit "upright and God-fearing" is the same as calling Belial "Christ". ↗

— Martin Luther

#holy-spirit

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#simile #simile

I've got a good mind to go out and join a club and beat you over the head with it. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#insult

The fact people think that when you sell a lot of books you are not a serious writer is a great insult to the readership. I get a little angry when people try to say such a thing. ↗

— Isabel Allende

#books #fact #get #great #i

I hate a movie that will end by telling you that the first thing you should do is learn to love yourself. That is so insulting and condescending, and so meaningless. My characters don't learn to love each other or themselves. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#condescending #each #end #first #first thing

Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#dismiss #insults #re-examine #soul #told

I need to ask, are you afraid of spiders?" Nicholas blinked, suddenly caught off guard, "Yes, I'm afraid of spiders." "Were you always?" "What are you, a psychiatrist?" Pritam took a breath. He could feel Laine's eyes on him, appraising his line of questioning. "Is it possible that the trauma of losing your best friend as a child and the trauma of losing your wife as an adult and the trauma of seeing Laine's husband take his life in front of you just recently..." Pritam shrugged and raised his palms, "You see where I'm going?" Nicholas looked at Laine. She watched back. Her gray eyes missed nothing. "Sure," agreed Nicholas, standing. "And my sister's nuts, too, and we both like imagining that little white dogs are big nasty spiders because our daddy died and we never got enough cuddles." "Your father died?" asked Laine. "When?" "Who cares?" Pritam sighed. "You must see this from our point of - " "I'd love to!" snapped Nicholas. "I'd love to see it from your point of view, because mine is not that much fun! It's insane! It's insane that I see dead people, Pritam! It's insane that this," he flicked out the sardonyx necklace,"stopped me from kidnapping a little girl!" "That's what you believe," Pritam said carefully. "That's what I fucking believe!" Nicholas stabbed his finger through the air at the dead bird talisman lying slack on the coffee table. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#anger #childhood-trauma #death #defensive #grief

He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insulted a novel, a story, a poem that he loved, something visceral and volcanic occurred within him. He wasn't sure what this might mean--except perhaps that he had got life and art mixed up, back to front, upside down. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#insults #life #literature #novels #poems

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult. ↗

— Lord Chesterfield

#injury #insult #much #sooner #than