Kings and queens might do wicked things, but they don't nag. One thing I like about Bloody Mary: she never said a… — Florence King Copy Share Image
The joker in the deck of lesbian fidelity is female vanity: no woman of fifty is going to undress in front of… — Florence King Copy Share Image
A cardinal rule of writing is never interrupt yourself to explain something. If you must bring up an obscure topic, drop informative… — Florence King Copy Share Image
Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others… — 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… — Florence King Copy Share Image
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
