Americans worship creativity the way they worship physical beauty – as a way of enjoying elitism without guilt: God did it. – Florence King
Id rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home. – Florence King
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories… but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu. – Florence King
Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning, its the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it. – Florence King