Quotes About Superficiality

The girl was rotten inside. Peel off a layer of that beautiful skin, and you'd find nothing but rotten flesh.

There are people who drive luxury cars, but have only second- or third-rate sofas in their homes. I put little trust in such people.

Surely there can be no more superficial people than the Japanese. They were not able to transcend the demon of economic development and as a result, we have the corruption of the world, the loss of ideals, and the worship of material things.

We do not want to be seduced," Mrs. Ballard had once said, "into seeing who can bake the richest cake.")

Being in Los Angeles is this brutal awakening, where I feel not good enough as soon as I walk into a room, and I'm wearing the wrong thing, or I don't have enough make up on. It's all about image.

We are often attracted to the wrong things, whether it be money, fame, or approval.

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.

Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.

Through your rags I see your vanity.

in the general throng, many a fool receives decorations and titles.

María Antonieta charla exclusivamente con la boca, y no con la cabeza.

Seemed like no matter how much money people had, they were desperate to have more, desperate to look good compared to everyone else. Why bother to impress when all anyone else cared about was how impressive THEY were?

Fine...a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.

Beauty may be only skin deep but the judgments founded on it ten to go a lot deeper, whether we wished they would or not.

Some people say, 'Do not judge the book by its cover!' Well, I say not to judge at all. People can say anything they want to say, but for me, cover does matter.

It's stores, it's the whole thing, all that shit everywhere, 'scuse me, that merchandise, all those goods, and ads screaming at you from all over the place, buy buy buy buy buy, and when somebody comes up to me with big hair and gobs of makeup on and says, `Can I help you?`, it's all I can do not to scream, `Bitch, you can't even help yourself.

Whether it be Beyonce or Justin Bieber, we see singers who have absolutely nothing to offer anyone as they walk off stage clutching three Grammys in each hand.

How long can you gloss everything over and give people the idea that life is a sitcom?

We all get old, but I always say the skinny, pretty girls will be screwed.

Any girl that's got a $500,000 table and $5 shoes, I'm in love with.

Their wives, lavishly rouged and powdered, looked as if they had just come from a coffin fitting.

I thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.

I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.

I had never met a woman-hater before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.