Top 14 Smarm Quotes
#1. He'd say "I love you" to every man in the squad before rolling out, say it straight, with no joking or smart-ass lilt and no warbly Christian smarm in it either, just that brisk declaration like he was tightening the seat belts around everyone's soul.
Ben Fountain
#2. Today a celebrity sex video isn't a stigma that requires penance and smarm removal; it's a branding device, a platform enhancer, a show reel.
James Wolcott
#3. It's a deep and all but certain truth about narcissistic personalities that to meet them is to love them, but to know them well is to find them unbearable. Confidence quickly curdles into arrogance; smarts turn to smugness, charm turns to smarm.
Jeffrey Kluger
#5. If we dwell in a community that is comfortable, then it's probably not broad enough a coalition.
Bernice Johnson Reagon
#6. Nora said: 'I love you, Nicky, because you smell nice and know such fascinating people.
Dashiell Hammett
#7. And so, this was the final major theme we found: that when a group of people, no matter how small or ordinary, was willing to die out to their selfish desires, the life which came out of that death was immeasurable, and continued to affect lives far into the future.
Peter Marshall
#8. All events are secretly interrelated; the sweep of all we are doing reaches beyond the horizon of our comprehension.
Abraham Joshua Heschel
#10. Since when is being a rotten drunkard a symbol of freedom?
Elif Shafak
#11. I just really like the verve and muscle of good crime fiction, the narrative punch of it. The underlying principle of good crime fiction is an insistence on a kind of root democracy. I've always responded to that notion.
Daniel Woodrell
#12. It is, I concluded, a side effect of this kind of food, one that's handed down from one generation to another, often in conditions of adversity, that you end up thinking of the dead, that the very stuff that sustains you tastes somehow of mortality. (198)
Bill Buford
#13. No,nobody but nobody can make it out her alone.
Maya Angelou
#14. With his hair sticking out in all directions, his suit askew and his tie full of stains he sat there talking, his eyes aglow, they were really glowing, and I will always remember it, for it was pitch-dark outside, the rain was beating against the windows, it was Christmas Eve in Norway 1986,
Karl Ove Knausgard
