1. When shit brings you down, just say ‘fuck it’, and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.
2. I don’t understand women that call themselves a “bitch”. It doesn’t empower a woman. Rather, it reveals to everyone that you were deeply hurt at one time. Because of the pain your still carrying, you will continue to hurt anyone that reminds you of those moments when you let your guard down and were fooled. Sadly, it sends a clear message to the observant that you are still hurt. If only women would realize that “we all” have moments of stupidity then they would stop comparing themselves to the masses.
3. I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don’t like being spied on.
4. Scummer, pox and wound rot!” roared Tunstall, slamming his fist down on the bed. “Gods cursed the pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts that did this to me! May every flea, leech and hookworm in all creation find and feast upon them!
5. Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,’ said a bored female voice.
‘The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.’
‘Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.’
‘Fuck a zombie!
6. By now you’ve probably noticed that except when safely contained by quotes, Zampanò always steers clear of such questionable four-letter language. This instance in particular proves that beneath all that cool psuedo-academic hogwash lurked a very passionate man who knew how important it was to say “fuck” now and then, and say it loud too, relish its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often the very front of the lower lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself, immersed in all that word-heat.
7. Pluto’s pauldrons,” Reyna cursed.
8. Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do.”
9. Any messages for me?” Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person.
“Yes. Hold on.” She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. “Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
10. The au pair was bug-eyed. “What happened back there?”
“It’s not our fault!” Dan babbled. “Those guys are crazy! They’re like mini-Darth Vaders without the mask!”
“They’re Benedictine monks!” Nellie exclaimed. “They’re men of peace! Most of them are under vows of silence!”
“Yeah, well, not anymore,” Dan told her. “They cursed us out pretty good. I don’t know the language, but some things you don’t have to translate.
11. Keep driving,” said a soft voice in my ear. “She will not bite if you keep driving.”
Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking Captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour de Fuck.
12. Vulgarity is like a fine wine: it should only be uncorked on a special occasion, and then only shared with the right group of people.
13. I gave up on cussing – I’d run out of words filthy enough – and just started praying.
14. The cat Horus shot out from under the table and headed for the door, his ears flattened and his tail straight out. There he encountered Abdullah, who had been waiting for us on the verandah and who had, I supposed, been alarmed by Emerson’s shouts and hurried to discover what disaster had prompted them. The cat got entangled in Abdullah’s skirts and a brief interval of staggering (by Abdullah), scratching (by Horus) and swearing (by both parties) ensued before Horus freed himself and departed.
15. September knew a number of curse words, most of which she heard the girls at school saying in the bathrooms, in hushed voices, as if the words could make things happen just by being spoken, as if they were fairy words, and had to be handled just so.
16. Son of a nutcracker.
17. I curse when I get really upset. Letting off steam that way makes me feel a little bit better. I’ve been through a lot, but I have never had the urge to go postal. I thank fuck for that.
18. To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.
19. Medical studies have shown that cursing reduces levels of stress and pain. Repressing your anger is not healthy. It’s much better to verbalize it, and let off steam. Maybe all that repressed anger is the reason why there are so many serial killers in America.
20. Your mom shoulda told you she was just the diseased old slit all the local hobos used as a cum dumpster when they drank away their money and couldn’t afford new porno mags.
21. When I finally did confront Mr. Arcott, after my return to Falchester, he had the cheek to try and argue that his intellectual thievery had been a compliment and a favor. After all, it meant my work was good enough to be accepted into ibn Khattusi’s series — but of course they never would have taken a submission from a woman, so he submitted it on my behalf. What I said in reply is not fit to be printed here, as by then I had spent a good deal of time in the company of sailors, and had at my disposal a vocabulary not commonly available to ladies of quality.
22. Good nature is a man’s heaven,
The cursing of the [furious] is painful.
If you are skilled in speech, you will win,
The tongue is [a king’s] sword;
Speaking is stronger than all fighting,
The skillful is not overcome.
23. Cursing numbs pain. The relationship between pain and cursing is not one-way (for example, stubbing your toe and letting out a stream of expletives in rage). Those expletives, in turn, affect our perceptions of pain. Through a series of creative experiments, scientists have found that the stronger the curse words people use while experiencing pain the higher their tolerance for that pain. Byrne notes, depressingly, that women who curse when in pain, however, are less well cared for by those around them.
24. The world is not going to change according to our worldview. You have the option of wasting your life by cursing the world, or enjoying it by understanding and accepting it as it is.
25. I’m sorry but those señoras are asking you to choose words more carefully.
26. When it comes to cursing I am an Artist .
27. I thought it was endearing when we first got together. By the end I wanted to stab him in the hand every time he dismissed my cursing as an uncreative vocabulary. I think being able to use one little four letter word to convey a hundred different thoughts is pretty fucking creative.
28. Who the fuck is Old Jolene?
29. If it wasn’t for curse words and grandoise hand gestures, I don’t know if Brooklynites would even be able to communicate. In fact, I had requested that holograms of me making dramatic hand gestures be included in this book, but my publisher said it was “too expensive”, which is total fucking bullshit.
30. Life has no eyes, no ears. Cursing it would be an unnecessary act.
31. As Hazel marched down the hill, she cursed in Latin. Percy didn’t understand all of it, but he got son of a gorgon, power-hungry snake, and a few choice suggestions about where Octavian could stick his knife.
32. I don’t know how to phrase this exactly but what the fuck?
33. That’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?”
“What? Because I’m a priest?” He finishes the dregs of his coffee. “Sure. God knows what’s important.
34. The air in my home is heavy with my mom’s unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate it. I can be up in my room when she’s in the kitchen below and I feel her despair seeping up through the floorboards. You can hear her banging pots and pans or cursing the vacuum cleaner
35. He smelled the smells of commerce and listened to the cursing of the sailors, both of which he admired: the former, as it reeked of wealth, and the latter because it combined his two other chief preoccupations, these being theology and anatomy.
36. Take care with your words, Jacquetta, especially in cursing. Only say the things you mean, make sure you lay your curse on the right man. For be very sure that when you put such words out in the world they can overshoot-like an arrow, a curse can go beyond your target and harm another. A wise woman curses very sparingly.
37. Curse you Kakarrot!
38. Why use profanity in real life and writing? Because sometimes ‘darn it’ just doesn’t cut it.
39. We can’t just sit on our asses and not live our lives while we’re trying to expose a corrupt government.
40. Swearing was invented as a compromise between running away and fighting.
41. If you want to get rid of the perceived meaning of curse words, you’ll have to get rid of the feelings which bring their use, and that’s not going to happen.
42. Cursing is the crutch of an unimaginative mind.
43. The only reason you brought me here tonight was because you thought it would appease me. Throw the vicious dog a bone and it’ll soon be eating out of your hand!”
“More like vicious bitch,” he muttered beneath his breath and when he realised that she had heard him, he shrugged unrepentantly. “If you’re going to be using animal metaphors, you may as well get it right.”
“Fine, I’m a bitch… whatever!” She knew her response was childish but she was feeling more than a little put out by the situation.
44. Shtting fucking hell! I slap my hand over my lips to stop my mental explicit language from falling out of my mouth.
45. I curse when I get really upset. Letting off steam that way makes me feel a little bit better. I’ve been through a lot, but I have never had the urge to go postal. I thank fuck for that.
46. He had discovered, as many others had before him, that only the first cussword is really hard; after that, there’s nothing quite like them for relieving one’s feelings.
47. It is true that some of the characters speak coarsely. That is because people speak coarsely in real life. Especially soldiers and hardworking men speak coarsely, and even our most sheltered children know that. And we all know, too, that those words really don’t damage children much. They didn’t damage us when we were young. It was evil deeds and lying that hurt us.
48. We’ll beat you yet, you cold-blooded, censored son of a bowdlerized, unprintably expurgated deletion!
49. See, the thing about that word, Sharkey, the F-word, is that sometimes I make that word do too much work. I mean, I say that word as if it clearly articulates what I’m really feeling. And it doesn’t. It’s a shortcut.
50. Come on, let’s go! Move your butter muffin butt!” “My what?” Mary asked with a surprised look. “Butter muffin butt,” Aja said with a smile; her angelic face glowed. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Mary asked as she slid out of the truck seat. Aja wasn’t far behind. “Well, I make it a point to never say curse words, and, well, butter muffin sounds as close to mother effin as I could think of,” she said with an increased sweetness to her voice.
51. It is always easier to curse in another language than your own!
52. My wife and I said good-bye the next morning in a little sheltered place among the lumber on the wharf; she was one of your women who never like to do their crying before folks.
She climbed on the pile of lumber and sat down, a little flushed and quivery, to watch us off. I remember seeing her there with the baby till we were well down the channel. I remember noticing the bay as it grew cleaner, and thinking that I would break off swearing; and I remember cursing Bob Smart like a pirate within an hour.
53. I worked hard as [fuck] to get here.
54. Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.
55. Once in my room I don’t have a goddamn clue what to do.
56. I think, generally speaking, that children have a knack for picking up curse words. Having said that, my brother and I (although admittedly, it was I who displayed a higher level of fluency) took to cursing like frogs take to jumping. Mind you, we received excellent tutoring along the way.
57. Some people would not be dead if they have not gotten the things or people they had prayed for.
58. Well, this has been some shit.
60. We all have sinned so far in our lives and might continue too but still we all love talking about others sins, Elaborating, exaggerating, laughing, commenting, cursing… And we all enjoy it hahaha