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“When exactly did every housewife in America become a whore?”
― Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto

“Living with a whore--even the best whore in the world--isn't a bed of roses.”
― Henry Miller

“She was only a prostitute, but she had the nicest face I ever came across.”
― George Carlin, Brain Droppings

“The girl says "Oh uh-uh, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Just because I'm dressed this way does not make me a whore!" Which is true, Gentlemen, that is true. Just because they dress a certain way doesn't mean they are a certain way. Don't even forget it. But ladies, you must understand that is fucking confusing. It just is. Now that would be like me, Dave Chappelle, the comedian, walking down the street in a cop uniform. Somebody might run up on me saying, "Oh, thank God. Officer, help us! Come on. They're over here. Help us!" "Oh-hoh! Just because I'm dressed this way does not make me a police officer!" See what I mean? All right, ladies, fine. You are not a whore. But you are wearing a whore's uniform.”
― Dave Chappelle

“Leave the fireworks for those who cast no spark of their own.”
― Karen Abbott, Sin in the Second City: Madams, Ministers, Playboys, and the Battle for America's Soul

“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

“WHORES.
Necessary in the nineteenth century for the contraction of syphilis, without which no one could claim genius.”
― Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot

“What are your pleasures and pursuits, Lord Moncrieffe?" Miss Eversea asked too brightly, when the silence had gone on for more than was strictly comfortable or polite.
That creaky conversation lubricant. It irritated him again that she was humoring him.
"Well, I'm partial to whores."
Her head whipped toward him like a weather-vane in a hurricane. Her eyes, he noted, were enormous, and such a dark blue they were nearly purple. Her mouth dropped, and the lower lip was quivering with shock or... or...
"Whor... whores...?" She choked out the word as if she'd just inhaled it like bad cigar smoke.
He widened his own eyes with alarm, recoiling slightly.
"I... I beg your pardon - Horses. Honestly, Miss Eversea," he stammered. "I do wonder what you think of me if that's what you heard.”
― Julie Anne Long, What I Did for a Duke

“There are no whores in Scaithe’s Ebb, or none that consider themselves as such, although there have always been many women who, if pressed, would describe themselves as much-married, with one husband on this ship here every six months, and another husband on that ship, back in port for a month or so every nine months. The mathematics of the thing have always kept most folk satisfied; and if ever it disappoints and a man returns to his wife while one of her other husbands is still in occupancy, why, then there is a fight â€� and the grog shops to comfort the loser.
The sailors do not mind the arrangement, for they know that this way there will, at the least, be one person who, at the last, will notice when they do not come back from the sea, and will mourn their loss; and their wives content themselves with the certain knowledge that their husbands are also unfaithful, for there is no competing with the sea in a man’s affections, since she is both mother and mistress, and she will wash his corpse also, in time to come, wash it to coral and ivory and pearls.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

“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

“Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is--if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?”
― Henry Miller

“He said, 'They're only whores,' as though their very availability rendered them worthless.”
― Ellen Kushner, The Privilege of the Sword

“Most women sell sex; most of them just don’t take cash (nor do they each sell to more than one ‘clientâ€� at a time).”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Who in seven hells is this one?â€�
“The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,� Jaime returned with cold courtesy. “I might ask the same of you, my lady.�
“Lady? I’m no lady. I’m the queen.�
“My sister will be surprised to hear that.�
“Lord Ryman crowned me his very self.� She gave a shake of her ample hips. “I’m the queen o� whores.�
No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“That fist he was raising at me would wham into the cupboard door, hurting only himself. I saw it all happening, then it really did happen. But I didn't understand the whore thing. Why was he confusing the drinking with the other? Then I got it. Obvious. It was all mixed up for him, all the same thing: the drinking, the other, anything that could make a woman free.”
― David Gates

“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

“Ah! good Sir! no Whores before Dinner, I beseech you."

[Love's Last Shift]”
― Colley Cibber, The Plays of Colley Cibber

“The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen ratsâ€� eyes, and a bat wing.

Even I couldn’t have thought of anything more perfect.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Winter Rose

“The women who take husbands not out of love but out of greed, to get their bills paid, to get a fine house and clothes and jewels; the women who marry to get out of a tiresome job, or to get away from disagreeable relatives, or to avoid being called an old maid â€� these are whores in everything but name. The only difference between them and my girls is that my girls gave a man his money's worth.”
― Polly Adler

“my god," they will say, "all Chinaski writes about
are cats!"
"my god," they used to say, "all Chinaski writes about
are whores!"
the complainers will complain and keep buying my
books: they love the way I irritate them.”
― Charles Bukowski, On Cats

“Far be it from me to offer you moral advice. But you are not--repeat not--to be questioning whores in any deeply personal manner. Do I make myself clear?"

"Auntie!" he said, pretending shock. "The idea!" But a broad grin spread across his tattooed face.”
― Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“Dear Commendatory Roomers, you have no idea how many people-serious, decently behaved, cultivated people- go looking for the company of whores”
― Leonardo Sciascia

“You can tell Rook his statue's become something like the patron saint for Our Lady, and you can see whores there night and day, praying for safe childbirth and protection from diseases and the like. Though why they think he's the man to go to for that kind of help is beyond me. Just thought he might like to know there're whores on their knees in front of them- so I guess that goes back to what I was saying about things never changing.”
― Danielle Bennett, Dragon Soul

“All through schools, jobs, and bumming, I haven’t even held the hand of a Mexican woman, excepting whores who are all the same anyhow”
― Oscar Zeta Acosta

“I don’t even pretend to understand it all. I was president of the Luther League, the youth group of our church. I was a good kid and a bad kid at the same time. I was looking for a very nice girl but also a very bad girl. Do all young men have these conflicts? And, what about whores? Well, in my mind, prostitutes are bad girls. Matter of fact, they are professional bad girls. As I said earlier in this diary, you don’t make love to whores, you fuck them. There’s a difference. They don’t require love and courtship, all they want is my money. I go to the bedroom with them and do the deed with no affection. They take my money and leave. All my life I have been told that girls who have sex outside of marriage are bad girls... sluts. I’ve also been told by my dad, “Son, sex is the most beautiful expression of love in a marriage.â€�

Although I can appreciate the difference, that being, sex is meant for marriage only; my psyche has some difficulty reconciling the two messages. Sexually active girls are bad but sexually active wives are good. I’m afraid that someday if and when I wed the Pollyanna I’m looking for and fulfill my husbandly duty with her, I’m going to feel like I’m turning a good girl into a bad girl. In other words, I change my wife into a slut. And here’s the weirdest part: if my wife becomes a slut, the good boy in me will reject the bad girl I created in her. My angel and devil will be in a clinch hold.”
― Gerald Maclennon, God, Bombs & Viet Nam: Based on the Diary of a 20-Year-Old Navy Enlisted Man in the Vietnam Air War - 1967

“Women in prostitution tend to perceive the male as the root cause of their fall, and if anything the rudeness of those who frequent them further deepens their antipathy towards men. Besides, having lost their inhibitions through constant exposure to assorted males, the whores become coarse to settle scores even with those they solicit. Yet with a considerate man, the innate woman in them comes alive, inducing them to shower themselves on him and it is thus they make such feel at home even in their brothels.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“So who will I get today?â€� asked one eagerly,
‘The most beautiful of them all,� chuckled the eunuch.
‘What is she called?�
‘Phulwati, Mrignaini, Meethi, Champa...�
Hira began reciting the poetic list of names. Little did the boys know that the whores down below were bald, toothless hags, some marked with pox, others filled with pus. The warm blanket of darkness made them all beautiful.”
― Ekta Kumar, Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love

“The red discharge between a woman’s 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

“The person that I was running from, stood in that mirror
in front of me; I was frightened to death since I knew what had
happened to a person like that. And that’s what happens with age:
the older you get the more you know the consequences of the acts.
Ironically you know how it ends, but what you never learn is
how to stop it.”
― Miramoon

“Let it out,â€� I whispered “Scream, shout, release whatever
holds you captive. Find your voice in the echoes of your own
sound.”
― Miramoon