Quotes by Florence King

“People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that theyre all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.”

“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.”

“Id rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.”

A woman must wait for her ovaries to die before she can get her rightful personality back. Post-menstrual is the same as pre-menstrual; I am once again what I was before the age of twelve: a female human being who knows that a month has thirty day, not twenty-five, and who can spend every one of them free of the shackles of that defect of body and mind known as femininity.

Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.

In the South, Sunday morning sex is accompanied by church bells.

Children have no business expressing opinions on anything except Do you have enough room in the toes?

If any of us had heard the word feminist we would have thought it meant a girl who wore too much makeup, but we were, without knowing it, feminists ourselves, bound together by the freemasonry that exists among intelligent women who know they are intelligent. It is the only kind of female bonding that works, which is why most men do not like intelligent women. They dont mind one female brain if they can enjoy it privately; its the idea of two or more on the loose that upsets them. The girls in the college-bound group might not have been friends in every case--Sharon Cohen and I gave each other willies--but our instincts told us that we had the same enemies.

No matter which sex I went to bed with, I never smoked on the street

Americans worship creativity the way they worship physical beauty - as a way of enjoying elitism without guilt: God did it.

Writers make everybody nervous but we terrify Silly Service workers. Our apartments always look like a front for something, and no matter how carefully we tidy up for guests we always seem to miss the note card that says, Margaret has to die soon. We own the kind of books that spies use to construct codes, like The Letters of Mme. de Sevigne, and we are the only people in the world who write oxymoron in the margin of the Bible. Manuscripts in the fridge in case of fire, Strunks Elements in the bathroom, the Laramie City Directory explained away with It might come in handy, all strike fear in the GS-7 heart. Nobody really wants to sleep with a writer, but Silly Service workers wont even talk to us.

In Mississippi the important thing is hooch, not bar equipment.

[John Edwards] is the man that Rielle Hunter called real and authentic, which tells us all we need to know about her mental abilities. This is why she cant figure out why he picked her. He could have had a multitude of sweet young things but he chose a 42-year-old who is one bleach job away from turning into one big split end, because his tumescent ego demands that he be the pretty one.

People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that theyre all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.

Id rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.