Misanthropes have some admirable if paradoxical virtues. It is no exaggeration to say that we are among the nicest people you are likely to meet. Because good manners build sturdy walls, our distaste for intimacy makes us exceedingly cordial "ships that pass in the night." As long as you remain a stranger we will be your friend forever.— Florence King
The most uplifting Florence King quotes that will activate your desire to change
In its purest sense, nicknaming is an elitist ritual practiced by those who cherish hierarchy. For preppies it's a smoke signal that allows Bunny to tell Pooky that they belong to the same tribe, while among the good old boys it serves the cause of masculine dominance by identifying Bear and Wrecker as Alpha males.
A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt.
If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope.
Writers who have nothing to say always strain for metaphors to say it in.
If we define a misanthrope as 'someone who does not suffer fools and likes to see fools suffer,' we have described a person with something to look forward to.
The more immoral we become in big ways, the more puritanical we become in little ways.
"Very" is the most useless word in the English language and can always come out.
More than useless, it is treacherous because it invariably weakens what it is intended to strengthen. For example, would you rather hear the mincing shallowness of "I love you very much" or the heart-slamming intensity of "I love you"?
My object is to live in a place that does not call itself 'the community with a heart.' I want one of those godforsaken towns where all the young people leave and the rest sit on the porch with a rifle across their knees.
People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that they're all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.
To me, elitism means a love of excellence and superiority, but America has declared war on both and developed a sick love of the lowest common denominator to make sure no-one becomes too fine for our touted democracy. We are almost at the point of regarding every virtue as elitist.
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.
I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she looks at all times as if she had just read one of my books.
Agoraphobia was my quirky armor against a gregarious America.
American couples have gone to such lengths to avoid the interference of in-laws that they have to pay marriage counselors to interfere between them.
Of all the old maid's blessing, the greatest is carte blanche.
Spinsterhood is powerful; once a woman is called "that crazy old maid" she can get away with anything.
Kings and queens might do wicked things, but they don't nag.
One thing I like about Bloody Mary: she never said a word about lung cancer.
The witty woman is a tragic figure in American life.
Wit destroys eroticism and eroticism destroys wit, so women must choose between taking lovers and taking no prisoners.
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories... but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu.
Each time a mediocre singer performs, he is saying, in effect, "This is good enough for you." The audience, thrust into that familiar American mood of knowing something is wrong but not knowing what it is, unconsciously absorbs the insult and projects it back onto the mediocre performer in the form of inattention, rudeness and noise.
Insecurity breeds treachery: if you are kind to people who hate themselves, they will hate you as well.
If whisky or salt won't cure it, then to hell with it. I worry about important things.
Southerners have a genius for psychological alchemy.
..If something intolerable simply cannot be changed, driven away or shot they will not only tolerate it but take pride in it as well.
Animal rights activists gives disillusioned feminists an excuse to go back to being women protecting wee creatures without compromising their radical credentials
During the feminist seventies men were caught between a rock and a hard-on;
in the fathering eighties they are caught between good hugs and bad hugs.
There's no national glue holding us together because somebody put too much pluribus in the unum.
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward.
Next to the first one in the morning, it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.
Chinks in America's egalitarian armor are not hard to find. Democracy is the fig leaf of elitism.
There is much to be said for post-menopausal celibacy.
Sex is rough on loners because you have to have somebody else around, but now I don't. No more diets to stay slim and desirable: I've had sex and I've had food, and I'd rather eat.
Americans worship creativity the way they worship physical beauty -- as a way of enjoying elitism without guilt: God did it.
Why do I hate people? Who else is there to hate?
Men are not very good at loving, but they are experts at admiring and respecting; the woman who goes after their admiration and respect will often come out better than she who goes out after their love.
Judge not, lest ye be judged judgmental.
Real feminism is spinsterhood.
Self-help books are making life downright unsafe.
Women desperate to catch a man practice all the ploys recommended by these authors. Bump into him, trip over him, knock him down, spill something on him, scald him, but meet him.
Let's bring back grandmothers! A real family consists of three generations.
It's time Americans stopped worrying about interference and being a burden on the children and regrouped under one roof.
I do believe in reincarnation, but I do not believe there is life before noon.
Showing up at school already able to read is like showing up at the undertaker's already embalmed: people start worrying about being put out of their jobs.
He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.
Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, it is contempt.
Families composed of rugged individualists have to do things obliquely.
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind.
Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.
The nice thing about Southerners is the way we enjoy our neuroses.
Oppressed people are treacherous for the simple reason that treachery is both a means of survival and a way to curry favor with one's oppressor.
Owning your own home is America's unique recipe for avoiding revolution and promoting pseudo-equality at the same time. To keep citizens puttering in their yards instead of sputtering on the barricades, the government has gladly deprived itself of billions in tax revenues by letting home owners deduct mortgage interest payments.
It takes only one child to raze a village.
The vitamin has been reified. A chemical intangible originally defined as a unit of nutritive value, it was long ago reified into a pill. Now it is a pill; no one except a few precise scientists define it as anything else. Once the vitamin became a pill, it became real according to the precepts of American Cartesianism: I swallow it, therefore it is.
In other countries, congenital introverts simply remain introverts all their lives, neither advancing nor retreating, but America's commitment to extroversion as a national art form can abrade some naturally aloof personalities until they flower into deadly nightshade.