This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."

[Women Know Everything!]

This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.

So, you're the man who can't spell 'fuck.'"
Dorothy Parker to Norman Mailer after publishers had convinced Mailer to replace the word with a euphemism, 'fug,' in his 1948 book, "The Naked and the Dead.

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.

Tell him I was too fucking busy-- or vice versa.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.