Quotes About Controversy

Just for the record, waking up on drugs with your pubic hair shaved and something plastic stuck in your vagina doesn't necessarily make you a real artist.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.

And sometimes being mutilated can work to your advantage. All those people now with piercings and tattoos and brandings and scarification... What I mean is, attention is attention.

Picture-perfect, state-of-the-art vaginas lengthened using sections of colon, self-cleaning and lubricated with its own mucosa. Sensate clitorises made by cropping and rerouting bits of the glans penis. The Cadillac of vaginoplasty. Some of these Cadillacs turn out so succesful that the flood of colon mucosa means wearing a maxipad every day.

Louvre müzesini yakmak istiyordum. Antik Yunan heykellerini çekiçle k?rmak, k?ç?m? Mona Lisa'ya silmek istiyordum. Art?k bu benim dünyam. Bu benim dünyam, benim dünyam ve o antik insanlar?n hepsi öldü.

Other reviewers hated it. Oh, they called it too dark." Too violent." Too strident and shrill and dogmatic." They would've loved Barn-Raising Club.

I'm in love with a beautiful sex-crazed slut so why can't you just be happy for me?

Of all people, only Mr. King came close to exposing the true magic of black people," Arabella explained. "For many years we debated killing him for our own protection." Miss Josephine listened in amazement. "Blacks killed Martin Luther King Jr.?" Arabella scowled. "Not Doctor King . . . ," she exclaimed. "We hired a man to kill Stephen King. Unfortunately the assassin was inept, and the intended hit-and-run was a failure.

Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.

That flag's not just the emblem of being a racist asshole, a club to which your daddy probably belongs happily. But it's also the Confederate flag. The one carried by Southerners to say to the Yankees—that's your daddy, a Yankee—'Don't tread on me or I'll pop a musket ball up your ass.' Northerners driving around with the Dixie flag is like a Jew wearing a 'Go Hitler!' baseball cap." Jonesy's

Why … wouldn't I? People are people. You ever … look at a YouTube comments section? You'd … want everyone dead … too.

If Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana were candles in the wind, and Anna Nicole Smith was a bonfire in a hailstorm, and Lindsay Lohan is an electric toaster thrown intentionally into a Jacuzzi, then Paris Hilton s a strobe light in an epilepsy ward.

Suzanna had argued with zealots before — her brother had been born again at twenty-three, and given his life to Christ — she knew from experience there was no gainsaying the bigotry of faith.

Segun la visión ortodoxa neoliberal, el socialismo se derrumbó y murió bajo sus propias contradicciones. Pero... no podriamos imaginar una posibilidad alternativa, la de que el socialismo no se derrumbó sino que fue derribado al suelo a porrazos, y que no murió sino que lo asesinaron?

This nation shouldn't exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty. Yet here we are.

Robbing the Hotel Theresa was like taking a piss on the Statue of Liberty. It was like slipping Jackie Robinson a Mickey the night before the World Series.

In effect, they abolished slavery. On the contrary, Oney Garrison said in response. We abolished niggers.

when a subject is highly controversial — and any question about sex is that — one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold.

I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.

I will contend until I am shot that art as soon as it is brought into contact with politics inevitably sinks to the level of any ideological trash.

Virginia was not quite fourteen when Harry Edgar possessed her. He gave her lessons in algebra. Je m'imagine cela. They spent their honeymoon at Petersburg, Fla. "Monsieur Poe-poe," as that boy in one of Monsieur Humbert Humbert's classes in Paris called the poet-poet.

Lolita, hayat?m?n ?????, kas?klar?m?n ateÅŸi. Günah?m, ruhum, Lolita; dilin ucu damaktan diÅŸlere doÄŸru üç basamakl?k bir yol al?r, üçüncÄŸsÄŸnde gelir diÅŸlere dayan?r. Lo-Li-Ta.

Did I ever mention that her bare arm bore the 8 of vaccination? That I loved her hopelessly? That she was only fourteen?