The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.

You look lousy,' he said. Jace blinked. 'Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.''No I mean it. You don't look good.''This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn't deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that's no reason to-' 'I am not trying to insult you.' Simon snapped.

Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.

I’d heard you were dead.”"I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?""He's got big feet!""What?"An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

Peter to Austin:"Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.

When what you are insulted by meets what you have a strong desire to do, then that would bring you significance.

Some people will insult your intelligence by suddenly being nice or nicer to you once you make it … or they think you have.

Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.

You must be determined to overcome the insults of the ungodliness of this world with the weapon of the light inside of you.

I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner."He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

[J]ust the sight of this book, even though it was of no authority, made me wonder how it happened that so many different men – and learned men among them – have been and are so inclined to express both in speaking and in their treatises and writings so many wicked insults about women and their behaviour. Not only one or two ... but, more generally, from the treatises of all philosophers and poets and from all the orators – it would take too long to mention their names – it seems that they all speak from one and the same mouth. Thinking deeply about these matters, I began to examine my character and conduct as a natural woman and, similarly, I considered other women whose company I frequently kept, princesses, great ladies, women of the middle and lower classes, who had graciously told me of their most private and intimate thoughts, hoping that I could judge impartially and in good conscience whether the testimony of so many notable men could be true. To the best of my knowledge, no matter how long I confronted or dissected the problem, I could not see or realise how their claims could be true when compared to the natural behaviour and character of women.

When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.

It really is something ... that men disapprove even of our doing things that are patently good. Wouldn't it be possible for us just to banish these men from our lives, and escape their carping and jeering once and for all? Couldn't we live without them? Couldn't we earn our living and manage our affairs without help from them? Come on, let's wake up, and claim back our freedom, and the honour and dignity that they have usurped from us for so long. Do you think that if we really put our minds to it, we would be lacking the courage to defend ourselves, the strength to fend for ourselves, or the talents to earn our own living? Let's take our courage into our hands and do it, and then we can leave it up to them to mend their ways as much as they can: we shan't really care what the outcome is, just as long as we are no longer subjugated to them.

Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

He leaned in for a sniff. 'Smells like a horse's arse! I've got Ian!' -'No sniffing allowed! We never discussed sniffing! I cry foul!' Ian was outraged. 'I'm not giving you a shilling!' -'Give him a shilling! It's not his fault you smell like a horse's arse!

...weak of spine and flaccid of upper lip.

What’s the worst possible thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now.You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank.Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term “mangina.”Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.

There seems to be a direct correlation between the spike in suicides by young people and the increase in cyberbullying amongst young people.

[I]f you seek in every way to minimise my firm beliefs by your anti-feminist attacks, please recall that a small dagger or knife point can pierce a great, bulging sack and that a small fly can attack a great lion and speedily put him to flight.

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.

In regards to maan (to seek importance from others), a man will become impudent if he keeps getting insulted up to a point. If he gets maan (importance from others) to a certain level, he grows stronger. And if he gets too much maan [praise], then his desire for it will come to end.

If one man gets excessive maan (importance from others) higher than a certain point, he will get tired of it, and if he gets excessive insults higher than a certain point, he gets agitated.

One will become shameless if he does not fear insults in the worldly life. And in nischay [determination in the spiritual life] if one does not fear being insulted, he becomes independent.

One cannot have the same love for getting insulted (apmaan) as he does for getting importance (maan), can he? He cannot love loss as much as he loves profit, can he?

Even if you insult him, he gives you his blessings; such a one only is the Gnani Purush [The enlightened one]!

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

Difficult do you call it, Sir? I wish it were impossible. [on hearing a famous violinist]

Hmmm,' the King said, making a face. 'I'm not sure this is what we bargained for, boy. We expected the girl to be attractive.' If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have been insulted.

He crouched at the care window and looked in. "What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They're all lovely. Except for that one." His finger jabbed the glass. "That one's a bit ugly."The American stepped towards him. "What? What did you say?""Oh, don't worry. I'm sure his personality makes up for his face.

What’s the worst possible thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now. You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank. Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term “mangina.” Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.

As for the majority, it is not so much race as it is political affiliation that really divides it today. What was once an issue of physical difference is now one of intellectual difference. Men have yet to master disagreeing without flashing all their frustrations that come with it; the conservative will throw half-truths while the liberal will throw insults. Combine these and what do you get? A dishonest mockery of a country.

There is a way of reacting to insult that gives people the impression that you want more. I don't know what it is, but I seem to have mastered it.

He'd call me false and faithless and I've always had a weakness for those two words; next to cruel, they're the nicest words for a woman to hear, and not so hard to earn.

Avoid the use of abusive words in communications that may switch off the attention of your mentor and your customers away.

Don't let your teeth make you lose respect by permanently keeping them opened for the sake of being friendly.

Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you.

Protect your good image from the eyes of negative viewers, who may look at your good appearance with an ugly fiendish eye, and ruin your positive qualities with their chemical infested tongues.

No matter how valuable you are and your ideas, fools will certainly play both of you down, so exclude yourselves from the inflammatory environs of fools.

Keep away from people who always try to stop you from sharing your opinions with the entire world. Don't listen to people who mock you because you talked about who you want to be! Exposed yourself!

Protect your good image from the eyes of negative viewers, who may look at your good appearance with an ugly fiendish eye, and ruin your positive qualities with their chemical infested tongues. If the words from the mouth of an abusive man makes you angry, quit the whole arena and you'll discover he had got his mouth shut.

Talking with the mouth of a beast won't ease your pain.

Some guys like to undermine a girl's self-esteem with little verbal jabs. Eventually it all adds up. One bee sting doesn't hurt a horse, but enough bee stings can kill a horse.

If someone calls you a failure it's more than likely they feel like one.

Mutli-tools are like insults, girls - you should always have one on hand.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.

A village explainer. Excellent if you were a village, but if you were not, not."(on Ezra Pound)

What a man Balzac would have been if he had known how to write.

A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe."(on Mark Twain)

Capote I truly loathed. The way you might loathe an animal. A filthy animal that has found its way into the house.

Many writers make the mistake of making their readers appear like Lazarus, without any iota of care, throwing down books to readers to crunch as if they are dogs.

He never once repeated himself and he never used either profanity or obscenity. (I learned later that he saved those for very special occasions, which this wasn’t.) But he described our shortcomings, physical, mental, moral, and genetic, in great and insulting detail.But somehow I was not insulted; I became greatly interested in studying his command of language. I wished that we had had him on our debate team.

Another lesson to file away about Scotland: insulting other people in a childish manner was the national pastime.

You can never be annoyed by anyone when you are just alone, insults comes from being too familiar even with the most respectful persons.

When someone attempts to insult you know that they are inadvertently giving away what would insult them.

Is it me you're describing, or yourself?

Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?

I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat.“Get your life sorted out, you fucking scitzo [sic] dyke tranny bitch,” one comment might say.Another comment would say something like, “I know she's reading this, she's so pathetic.”And, perhaps most frightening of all: “I'm going to fuck you up until your mother bleeds.

The only time you seem honest is when you’re insulting someone!”“The only honest things I can say to you are insults.

Don't feel better than anybody, because you feel like something. Always have it at the back of your mind that you were nothing before you became something, and that thing you supposed to be is absolutely nothing.

Every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the’."(on Lillian Hellman)

He was a bad, bad bastard. He abused the privilege of being a cunt, as my old Da would say.’ I smiled, picturing the cozy fireside scene of young son on father’s knee being inducted into the world of abusive epithets.

I don't know why I can't let the insults go, but I can't. I'm the product of every hurt that's ever been laid on me.

Its crazy when people of high moral standards, feel its okay for an intimate friend to insult them in a jovial way, forgeting that even casual friends can do just the same in a jovial way.

Majority of people prefer a good name to a bad name, but to me, anyone can call me anything, as long as it is not written on my face.

Pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling.

On matters where it is difficult or impossible to pin the blame for their policies' failures on conservatives, the fallback position has been to hurl a slur at anyone pointing out the obvious failure....The left's never-ending use of these worn-out attacks on the character and motivations of those who disagree with them has caused them to lose their effect....At the ground level, since liberals have lost the ability to win any and every political discussion by hurling a slur, they are simply resorting to the next level in political interaction: violence and physical intimidation.

Some lurid things have been said about me—that I am a racist, a hopeless alcoholic, a closet homosexual and so forth—that I leave to others to decide the truth of. I'd only point out, though, that if true these accusations must also have been true when I was still on the correct side, and that such shocking deformities didn't seem to count for so much then. Arguing with the Stalinist mentality for more than three decades now, and doing a bit of soapboxing and street-corner speaking on and off, has meant that it takes quite a lot to hurt my tender feelings, or bruise my milk-white skin.

Having no applicable skills, in any possible area whatsoever, effectively makes me the master of redundancy. But that info is obsolete, like my insults dictionary, which I stole.

We just wanted to see whose dick was in yer mouth. Call it curiosity.

Valkyrie smiled patiently. "I like how you do your make-up. Do you use a brush, or just dip your head in the bucket?

You couldn't find your dick in the dark, you scheming, sleaze-mongering scumwad.

We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.

Why, if you only knew the secrets to which I'm p

Being told you are wrong or insulted, gives you an opportunity to practice decency and having a non-response internally.

The Lethean Library, for all its incalculable volumes, is, I know, sadly incomplete without Mr. Goodman's effort.

YOUNG MORTIMER:Thou proud disturber of thy country's peace,Corrupter of thy king, cause of these broils,Base flatterer, yield! and were it not for shame,Shame and dishonour to a soldier's name,Upon my weapon's point here should'st thou fall,And welter in thy gore.LANCASTER:Monster of men!That, like the Greekish strumpet, train'd to armsAnd bloody wars so many valiant knights;Look for no other fortune, wretch, than death!King Edward is not here to buckler thee.

How well I know you by your deeds and how invariably you succeed in living down to what one expects of you!

No more Keats, I entreat: flay him alive; if some of you don’t I must skin him myself: there is no bearing the drivelling idiotism of the Mankin.

See!” Dad yelled. “Boys don’t stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I’m not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.”I looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. “Why you little shithead!”“Are you all right?” Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.“Did you just punch my dad?” I couldn’t help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.“Yes,” Wesley admitted.“How dare you touch me!” Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. “How dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!”I’d never heard my father swear like that before.“Come on,” Wesley said, helping me to my feet. “Let’s get out of here. You’re coming with me.” He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.

Kerouac lacks discipline, intelligence, honesty and a sense of the novel. His rhythms are erratic, his sense of character is nil, and he is as pretentious as a rich whore, sentimental as a lollypop.

He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."(on Ernest Hemingway

I am reading Proust for the first time. Very poor stuff. I think he was mentally defective.

To say that Agatha Christie’s characters are cardboard cut-outs is an insult to cardboard cut-outs.

I am reading Henry James… and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber.

Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.

Am reading more of Oscar Wilde. What a tiresome, affected sod.

There is something silly about a man who wears a white suit all the time, especially in New York." (on Tom Wolfe)

An idiot child screaming in a hospital." (on George Bernard Shaw)

All raw, uncooked, protesting."(on Aldous Huxley)

If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.

[Francesca] 'You really are a few biscuits short of breakfast.'His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.'You're a few colors shy of a rainbow?' she offered. 'Not pulling a full wagon? Knitting with only one needle? All foam and no beer? Your cheese slid off the cracker? You couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel?'[Nicodemus] 'All right. I get it.

She may be crazy but at least she isn't you.

...the only thing that could justify your continuing existence on the planet would be if you started breathing carbon dioxide and exhaling oxygen.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.

Right before the game, she strolled up to me. "Hey, Seaweed Brain.""Will you stop calling me that?"She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. I mean, "Owl-head" and "Wise Girl" are kind of lame insults.

You're not interesting in the least," she spat. "I don't need to be," I smiled. "That's what you need...And you're welcome to it.

Sir, no insult intended, but you said to me once that you don’t like kiss-asses and that you’d rather work with people challenging your perceptions.

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his

. . . 'twill turn your eyeballs black and blue.

Injuries may be forgiven but not forgotten.

It seldom pays to be rude. It never pays to be only half-rude.

Lloyd George could not see a belt without hitting below it.

Macaulay is well for awhile but one wouldn't live under Niagara.

Be thou as chaste as ice as pure as snow thou shalt not escape calumny.

A fly Sir may sting a stately horse and make him wince but one is but an insect and the other a horse still.

Calumny is only the noise of madmen.

To persevere in one's duty and be silent is the best answer to calumny.

Woe unto you when all men shall speak well of you.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts Old age is slow in both.

As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny there will be found reviewers to calumniate.

He that flings dirt at another dirtieth himself most.

It takes your enemy and your friend working together to hurt you to the heart the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

Calumny requires no proof. The throwing out of malicious imputations against any character leaves a stain which no after-refutation can wipe out. To create an unfavourable impression it is not necessary that certain things should be true but that they have been said.

It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.

Abuse a man unjustly and you will make friends for him.

One of the surest signs of the Philistine is his reverence for the superior tastes of those who put him down.

Alive ridiculous and dead forgot?

He loves to eat - he puts mayonnaise on an aspirin.

Apparently he was not the sharpest quill on the porcupine if you get my drift.

You might say he was one taco short of a combination platter.

I can't believe that out of a hundred thousand sperm you were the quickest.

Cheap? If he was at the Last Supper he would have asked for separate checks!

I've just learned about his illness let's hope it's nothing trivial.

I take him to McDonald's just to watch him eat and see the numbers change.

Mr. Attlee is a very modest man. But then he has much to be modest about.

After a year of therapy my psychiatrist said to me "Maybe life isn't for everyone."

The only way she could get a standing ovation would be if she sang "The Star-Spangled Banner."

His voice is to entertainment what the kazoo is to classical music.

Some people can carry a tune but they seem to stagger under the load.

Every word she writes is a lie including and and the.

When she told her doctor that she always wanted to keep her weight exactly the same as her IQ he gave her a lecture on anorexia.

I hope you live to be as old as your jokes.

If he can remember so many jokes With all the details that mold them Why can't he recall with equal skill All the times he told them!

I'll give you an idea of what kind of a guy he was. St. Francis would have punched him in the mouth.

Why does our host always have tears in his eyes after sex? Due to the pepper spray.

I just thought you might like to know that I passed a kennel on the way to the game and your mother is all right.