Those colorful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row. — Florence King Copy Share Image
Self-help books are making life downright unsafe. Womendesperate 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. — Florence King Copy Share Image
“Feminists will not be satisfied until every abortion is performed by a gay black doctor under an endangered tree on a reservation for handicapped… — Florence King Copy Share Image
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… — Florence King Copy Share Image
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… — Florence King Copy Share Image
In the last few years, race relations in America have entered upon a period of intensified craziness wherein fear of being called a racist… — Florence King Copy Share Image
He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood. — Florence King Copy Share Image
to a Southerner it is faux pas, not sins, that matter in this world. — Florence King Copy Share Image
If you ever meet someone who cannot understand why solitary confinement is considered punishment, you have met a misanthrope. — Florence King Copy Share Image
No matter which sex I went to bed with, I never smoked on the street — Florence King Copy Share Image
Hereditary monarchy offers numerous advantages for America. It is the only form of government able to unify a heterogeneous people. Thanks to centuries of dynastic marriage, the family tree of every royal house is an ethnic grab bag with something for everybody. We need this badly; America is the only country in the world where you can suffer culture shock… — Florence King Copy Share
Resistance to team play seemed to pour like wet cement through my bones, displacing supple marrow, until I was ballasted with my own contempt. — Florence King Copy Share Image
