Quotes About Exclusivity

Wisdom of the Ages: "Skull and Bones" A secret society of spoiled twits whose apparent purpose in life is littering the landscape with as many as possible.

During my senior year I joined Skull and Bones, a secret society, so secret I can't say anything more.

The most important thing to a lot of people, is to belong to something that's hip or whatever. To be a part of something that's not society, just a clique.

With the greater part of rich people, the chief enjoyment of riches consists in the parade of riches; which, in their eye, is never so complete as when they appear to possess those decisive marks of opulence which nobody can possess but themselves.

No whining on the yacht.

their loyalty to each other deepened by their ever-increasing disloyalty towards everyone else.

But rather than end this book with any truth universally acknowledged, I'll riff with this: I leave it to be settled by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend haughty, highbrow exclusivity or celebrate uncritical adulation.

Hospitality is the practice that keeps the church from becoming a club, a members-only society.

I have a kind of boring personal life, to the paparazzi anyway, and I don't hang with the cool crowd.

He knew the kind of people who said "We'll send our plane" when they invited him for weekends in distant places.

You ain't the only one that's tryna be the only one.

There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you've lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.

You do not merely want to be considered the best of the best. You want to be considered the only ones that do what you do.

Art is for anyone. It just isn't for everyone. Still, over the past decade, its audience has hugely grown, and that's irked those outside the art world, who get irritated at things like incomprehensibility or money.

L]ove for a particular object is only the actualization and concentration of lingering love with regard to one person; it is not, as the idea of romantic love would have it, that there is only the one person in the world whom one can love, that it is the great chance of one's life to find that person, and that love for him results in withdrawal from all others.

Now time is standing still. We've torn it in two. Now only we two are here; we two, you and me and no one else.

A boutonniere rested beside each plate. Everyone wore tuxedos. There was not a woman in sight.

Families aren't easy to join. They're like an exclusive country club where membership makes impossible demands and the dues for an outsider are exorbitant.

By turning our backs on other loves, we confirm the uniqueness of our "significant other." "I have found The One. I can stop looking." Miraculously, our desire for others is supposed to evaporate, vanquished by the power of this singular attraction.

Te aseguro, Ciri, que es mejor pertenecer a los algunos que no a los todos.

Might as well wear loafers without socks. Or take out a membership at the Reading Room on the path above the beach—the Reading Room, where the joke was that there wasn't a book in the entire place.

Donald Trump is a great friend, and he has four or five Picassos on his plane. And that's where I would look at them.

Tennis was a white, upper-class sport, and I wanted it to be treated like other sports were.