Quotes About Scandal

Run for office? No. I've slept with too many women, I've done too many drugs, and I've been to too many parties.

Today, the L.A. Times accused Arnold Schwarzenegger of groping six women. I'm telling you, this guy is presidential material.

Just when you think there's nothing to write about, Nixon says, I am not a crook. Jimmy Carter says, I have lusted after women in my heart. President Reagan says, I have just taken a urinalysis test, and I am not on dope.

Bergé's yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.

Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy! Oh, Satan! one and unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I shall plunge myself into them all!

When I left, Ethan was planning an assault on the wine cellar to fetch up some of Henr...er... your fine reserves. Veronica's hair finally toppled over, and when she lifted a hand to straighten it, her breast popped out, which caused the Reverend Podd to topple over.

The 1888 presidential election would go down as the most corrupt in the history of the United States.

In her final months [Princess] Diana was being shat upon by the tabloids -- basically for sleeping with an Arab. When she died, these same papers were astonished by the millennial wave of emotionalism that swept the country ... [One paper] had a print-ready story about what a slag the Princess was, and they had to pull it at the last moment. It was replaced with an image of Diana as an angel, ascending to heaven.

She was, for all her lifelong love affair with motion pictures, a reporter first. She would skewer her best friend on the greasy spit of scandal if circumstances warranted it.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

I can't be out here alone with you wearing a nightgown." Grace clutched the blankets until her fingers hurt, thinking of the scandal of it all. "It's not proper." Daniel's fair skin turned an alarming shade of pink as he stared at her. "I'll bet it wasn't proper of us to sleep together, either.

That wench gets around like a chain letter.

It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.

Por costumbre, todo cuanto fuera contra la Iglesia quedaba más o menos alejado de mi vida y de la vida de todos los religiosos y religiosas. No es que no pudiéramos saber —que podíamos—, es que no queríamos; a priori, no nos gustaba escuchar este tipo de acusaciones y hacíamos oídos más o menos sordos a los escándalos anticlericales.

I've been left alone, even by the paparazzi, because what sells is sex and scandal. Absent that, they really don't have much interest in you. I'm still married, still working, still happy.

The American president is a motherfucker.

There will be no rack, no stoning, no scorpion-filled sand pit, no bucket of fire ants. Just a sanitary plea agreement and a single blow of the gavel, and "Casino Jack" Abramoff will disappear for a few years of weight lifting and Talmudic study.

In the "Democracy Dies in Darkness" era, many in the press wear their public repudiation like badges of honor, evidence that they're on the right journalistic track. Few seem troubled by the obvious symbiosis between Trump's bottom-feeding, scandal-a-minute act and the massive boom in profits suddenly animating our once-dying industry (even print journalism, a business that pre-Trump seemed destined to go the way of 8-track tapes, has seen a bump in the Trump years).

In that crucible a new kind of newspaper was born, one that was not merely an organ of the commercial elites, but rather a mass-market medium—politically independent, designed to be read by the average person, and featuring exactly the sort of reporting that continues to mark most newspaper journalism today: crime, scandal, sports, entertainment.

Dr. Paul: Get out, get out libidinous swine! And take that painted strumpet with you. May you both rot in the filth of your own fornication! Nicky: And what did you say to him? Dr. Paul: Say, Madam? I said nothing. I simply pulled up my tights and jumped out of the bathroom window. Nicky: Oh Dr. Paul, you're so naughty! Dr. Paul: Well, I try, Madam. And then, ten minutes later when I've got my breath back, I try again!

If a politician murders his mother, the first response of the press or of his opponents will likely be not that it was a terrible thing to do, but rather that in a statement made six years before he had gone on record as being opposed to matricide.

The place was hissing with stories told behind hands as she walked into the place.

had learned from painful experience would lead to whispers and the shaking of heads. Gossip grew quickly from seeds into vast, tangling jungles of strangling vines and carnivorous flowers. You could spend years trying to hack your way out of that poisoned garden.

I heard that he had all these pictures of you . . .' 'Well, I heard you flunked out of school.