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“A bitch always smokes." He looks back at Lucy. "A bitch is the opposite of a whore. A bitch doesn't need anybody. Or she wants people to think she doesn't need anybody. And she smokes to prove it.”
― C. JoyBell C., Saint Paul Trois Chateaux: 1948

“Bitch."
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Cunt."
I kicked Joyce in the shin. I draw the line at cunt.”
― Janet Evanovich, Four to Score

“Bawdy in thoughts, precise in words,
Ill-natured though a whore,
Her belly is a bag of turds,
And her cunt a common shore.”
― John Wilmot, The Complete Poems

“Ancient whore secret:
to give enjoyable head,
enjoy giving head.”
― Asa Akira, Dirty Thirty: A Memoir

“Then, if to make your ruin more,
You'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the scandal of a whore
And never know the joy.”
― John Wilmot, The Complete Poems

“If she captured Tamlin鈥檚 power once, who鈥檚 to say she can鈥檛 do it again?鈥� It was the question I hadn鈥檛 yet dared voice.
鈥淗e won鈥檛 be tricked again so easily,鈥� he said, staring up at the ceiling. 鈥淗er biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can鈥檛 access them, not wholly鈥攖hough she can control us through them. It鈥檚 why I鈥檝e never been able to shatter her mind鈥攚hy she鈥檚 not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha鈥檚 curse, Tamlin鈥檚 wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.鈥�
A chill went through me.
鈥淲hy do you think I鈥檓 doing this?鈥� He waved a hand to me.
鈥淏ecause you鈥檙e a monster.鈥�
He laughed. 鈥淭rue, but I鈥檓 also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool鈥檚 bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm 鈥� Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.鈥�
I didn鈥檛 want to think much about his abilities. 鈥淲ho鈥檚 to say he won鈥檛 splatter you as well?鈥�
鈥淧erhaps he鈥檒l try鈥攂ut I have a feeling he鈥檒l kill Amarantha first. That鈥檚 what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he鈥檒l kill her tomorrow, and I鈥檒l be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble.鈥� He picked at his nails. 鈥淎nd I have a few other cards to play.鈥�
I lifted my brows in silent question.
鈥淔eyre, for Cauldron鈥檚 sake. I drug you, but you don鈥檛 wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?鈥�
Until tonight鈥攗ntil that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.
鈥淚t鈥檚 the only claim I have to innocence,鈥� he said, 鈥渢he only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It鈥檚 the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you鈥攂ut there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.鈥�
I knew, but I still asked, 鈥淟ike what?鈥�
鈥淟ike my territory,鈥� he said, and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn鈥檛 yet seen. 鈥淟ike my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you.鈥� He hadn鈥檛鈥攏ot entirely. He hadn鈥檛 been able to, thanks to the curse.
鈥淲hy did Amarantha target you?鈥� I dared ask. 鈥淲hy make you her whore?鈥�
鈥淏eyond the obvious?鈥� He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn鈥檛 smile, he loosed a breath. 鈥淢y father killed Tamlin鈥檚 father鈥攁nd his brothers.鈥�
I started. Tamlin had never said鈥攏ever told me the Night Court was responsible for that.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a long story, and I don鈥檛 feel like getting into it, but let鈥檚 just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend鈥檚 murderer鈥攄ecided that she hated me enough for my father鈥檚 deeds that I was to suffer.鈥�
I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies鈥攂ut every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him 鈥�
鈥淪o,鈥� he said wearily, 鈥渉ere we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I think the word whore is something ignorant people throw around when they have nothing else.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“I've known a lot of whores in my life," added Gore, [...]. "Both men and women. And in general, I've always found them to be good company, with a highly evolved sense of honor. A whore will never cheat you, they have too much integrity for that. But you, Mr. Swift, you give the profession a bad name.”
― John Boyne, A Ladder to the Sky

“You're such a sucker for sweet talk that you'd lie with every scumbag who comes your way.”
― Ahmed Mostafa

“A tired man lay down his head
in a dusty room so dim,
and for so long his wife did shake
and yell to waken him.

Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stir
of sandy, red bullfights,
of powder-blasts in the air
and carnival delights.

Yet still his wife was in despair
in a dusty room so dim,
for she knew death was a whore
not far from tempting him.”
― Roman Payne

“A whore can always turn herself into a good little cook over time.”
― Michel Houellebecq, Soumission

“Puttana is too good for the likes of her."
A puttana is an Italian whore, and in Italy whores have a somewhat more reputable standing than they do elsewhere. For centuries they've been glorified in both classic opera and popular song. Among their many trustworthy attributes, Italian whores are reputed to be responsible for the development of a much beloved pasta sauce, pasta puttanesca, a spicy and salty dish made with capers and anchovies. Its chief attraction, aside from its wonderful flavor, is that it can be prepared quickly- in other words, between clients.”
― Meredith Mileti, Aftertaste: A Novel in Five Courses

“(鈥�) to press me hotly, and we dance, sexes soldered, hot, burning, saying: Open your legs, God, I want you like hell, I could take you right here. Whore, whore, whore at last.”
― Ana茂s Nin

“What is the world coming to, when you can't trust a whore named Snake?”
― Edward Conlon, Blue Blood by Conlon, Edward (2004) Paperback

“All I can tell you for certain is that at this very moment I'm speaking to you I could do with a really foul whore 鈥� I'd like her fresh from the seat of a close stool, her arse reeking of shit, and her cunt smelling of fish. Ho there, Th茅r猫se! You whose filthiness dates back to the Flood, you who haven't wiped your arse since you were baptized and you whose vile cunt stinks for ten miles around, bring all that over here, I beg you, and add a turd, too, if you like.”
― Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

“I was the whore
I was bound to bore”
― Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More

“Not even once have most of us seen, having sex, any of the many people we are dead sure are sleeping around.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Subtle! Subtlety is bourgeois. Brecht us that when he popped drama鈥檚 cherry. He fucked drama until it stopped being subtle, like a lady, and started being useful, like a whore.”
― David Burr Gerrard, Short Century

“she is a slut (M.B.)”
― Korr Heckman

“For a whore, if you must be one, must surely benefit more if of the male line. A female thus titled would be shamed, thrown out of her home, and stoned in the courtyard,”
― E.Y. Laster, Of Captivity & Kings

“It was she who did away with my generation鈥檚 virginity. She taught us much more than we should have learned, but she taught us above all that there鈥檚 no place in life sadder than an empty bed.”
― Gabriel Garc铆a M谩rquez, Of Love and Other Demons

“I let my head drop back against his shoulder.

I let go of the part of me that heard their words- whore, whore, whore-

Let go of the part that said those words alongside them- traitor, liar, whore-

And I just became.

I became the music, and the drums, and the wild, dark thing in the High Lord's arms.

His eyes were wholly glazed- and not with power or rage. Something red-hot and edged with glittering darkness exploded in my mind.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“This is not where I was meant to be. Born to the wrong house, by a stroke of misfortune. The girls here have it all. Men in whorehouses exist only to serve. We are their guards, tailors, cooks and their musicians. Forever in the shadows. If only I could be a woman. With soft hands, big breasts and long hair. To have men fawn all over me, to see them rise and fall. Alas, but all I have is small feet.”
― Ekta Kumar, Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love

“I鈥檓 tired
I鈥檓 so tired
Like an old whore
Like robots after the machines war”
― Sobhan Ganji, Plastic Panther

“St. Augustine: 鈥淭he Church is a whore, but she鈥檚 my mother.鈥� She is a mess and has many illegitimate children. But she is also our momma and managed to give birth to us and to give us enough of the truth that we have been able to ask the questions that we have in this book.”
― Shane Claiborne, The Irresistible Revolution: Living as an Ordinary Radical

“Indeed, our love is only worth what they accept! Those who speak has no humility! Who we see on the outside is a reflection of who we are on the inside! The man of god is one who strive to be just like Jesus! It's a humbling experience to hear the words of wisdom spoken from swine themselves.

It is the truth that lies behind not remembering. Every ounce of spit is the truth to your lies. And that intimates you so bad to your core.

You only hate someone because she came into your life not only changed it, but disrupted your whole concept and belief that you are unable to acknowledge the fact, you are a pathological lair.

Dedicated to my ex (Leng 鈥淜T Johnson鈥� Xiong)”
― Candy Lee

“Mar铆a Alejandrina Cervantes, about whom we used to say that she would only go to sleep once and that would be to die, was the most elegant and the most tender woman I have ever known, and the most serviceable in bed, but she was also the most strict.”
― Gabriel Garc铆a M谩rquez

“All singers were half mad. In songs the hero always saved the maiden from the monster's castle. But life was not a song... And there are no heroes here; only whores.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“Treat a whore like a lady and a lady like a whore.”
― Wilson Mizner

“The red discharge between a woman鈥檚 legs, the pain of no
scar, the misery of no wound, that either leads her to extreme
shame or a child, which I reckon were the same to my mother. Is
that what is supposed to be the essence of womanhood?”
― Miramoon