I think some of these quotes are absolute brilliance. Whenever my life starts going off the rails, I almost treat myself with this exact level of “gentle affection”:
“At last! I’ve finally managed to completely screw up my life!”
"You’re wondering why I don’t want to lead you down the aisle, Galla? You’re an intellectual, but my organ commits the occasional solecism."
“You are softer than rabbit’s fur, or goose’s down, or a dainty little ear-tip, or the decrepit organ of an old geezer, not to mention the cobwebs that hang there.”
“Anyone who thinks that Acerra stinks of yesterday’s wine is quite mistaken: Acerra always keeps drinking until tomorrow.”
“Where has all your ex-appeal gone? Ah, how did your blossom wither?”
“You can make as many sorties as you like with your seductive hands and your flattering words, but your face will always remain your own worst enemy.”
“You can see the lice on others, but not the bugs on yourself.”
“Are you wondering why I go about these days with my chin shrouded in bandages and my perfect lips smeared with thick white ointment? I don’t want to have to kiss you.”
“How unbearably tiresome it is to be too handsome.”
“Your vocabulary is in perfect harmony with your horrid habits.”
“Even if you had ten tongues, you ought to hold them all.”
“Are you still snoring? Is your slack head almost snapped on its stalk, with your face unzipped by the yawns earned in yesterday’s debaucheries? Do you have any goals in life? Is there any point of your life?”
“Struggling in vain to lift yourself out of the mud, you just get sucked deeper in.”
“I hate you because you’re a pretty boy, Sabellus.
In my book, prettiness is a dirty word.
And so is Sabellus.
I prefer war to Sabellus.
Sabellus go to hell!”
“You’re not a real lover, you’re just the shadow of a real lover.”
“I don’t like you, Sabidius, and I can’t say why. But I can say this much for sure: I don’t like you.”