#insult

Right before the game, she strolled up to me. "Hey, Seaweed Brain." "Will you stop calling me that?" She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. I mean, "Owl-head" and "Wise Girl" are kind of lame insults. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#demigod #demigod-files #insults #percy-jackson #put-downs

When I was a kid, it was a huge insult to be a geek. Now it's a point of pride in a weird way. ↗

— J. J. Abrams

#huge #i #insult #kid #now

It is not he who reviles or strikes you who insults you, but your opinion that these things are insulting. ↗

— Epictetus

#insults #opinion #strikes #these #things

Insult is powerful. Insult begets both rage and humor and often at the same time. ↗

— Suzanne Fields

#both #humor #insult #often #powerful

To limit the press is to insult a nation; to prohibit reading of certain books is to declare the inhabitants to be either fools or slaves. ↗

— Claud-Adrian Helvetius

#certain #declare #either #fools #inhabitants

I hate a movie that will end by telling you that the first thing you should do is learn to love yourself. That is so insulting and condescending, and so meaningless. My characters don't learn to love each other or themselves. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#condescending #each #end #first #first thing

To force a man to pay for the violation of his own liberty is indeed an addition of insult to injury. ↗

— Benjamin Tucker

#force #his #indeed #injury #insult

Looking back at all the people I have insulted, I am mildly surprised that I am still allowed to exist. ↗

— Auberon Waugh

#am #back #exist #i #i am

I need to ask, are you afraid of spiders?" Nicholas blinked, suddenly caught off guard, "Yes, I'm afraid of spiders." "Were you always?" "What are you, a psychiatrist?" Pritam took a breath. He could feel Laine's eyes on him, appraising his line of questioning. "Is it possible that the trauma of losing your best friend as a child and the trauma of losing your wife as an adult and the trauma of seeing Laine's husband take his life in front of you just recently..." Pritam shrugged and raised his palms, "You see where I'm going?" Nicholas looked at Laine. She watched back. Her gray eyes missed nothing. "Sure," agreed Nicholas, standing. "And my sister's nuts, too, and we both like imagining that little white dogs are big nasty spiders because our daddy died and we never got enough cuddles." "Your father died?" asked Laine. "When?" "Who cares?" Pritam sighed. "You must see this from our point of - " "I'd love to!" snapped Nicholas. "I'd love to see it from your point of view, because mine is not that much fun! It's insane! It's insane that I see dead people, Pritam! It's insane that this," he flicked out the sardonyx necklace,"stopped me from kidnapping a little girl!" "That's what you believe," Pritam said carefully. "That's what I fucking believe!" Nicholas stabbed his finger through the air at the dead bird talisman lying slack on the coffee table. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#anger #childhood-trauma #death #defensive #grief

He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insulted a novel, a story, a poem that he loved, something visceral and volcanic occurred within him. He wasn't sure what this might mean--except perhaps that he had got life and art mixed up, back to front, upside down. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#insults #life #literature #novels #poems