We'll beat you yet, you cold-blooded, censored son of a bowdlerized, unprintably expurgated deletion!
I've been accused of vulgarity. I say that's bullshit.
It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with...
I am not much given to profanity, but when I am sorely aggravated and vexed in spirit I declare to you that it comes as such a relief to me, such a solace to my troubled soul, and brings me such Heave...
I was once reproved by a minister who was driving a poor beast to some meeting-house horse-sheds among the hills of New Hampshire, because I was bending my steps to a mountain-top on the Sabbath, inst...
If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!
Never use a big word when a little filthy one will do.
Scummer, pox and wound rot! roared Tunstall, slamming his fist down on the bed. Gods cursed the pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts that did this to me! May e...
If you can't say "Fuck" you can't say, "Fuck the government.
Play it fuckin' loud!
-Shut the FUCK UP, said