FLATTERY is nothing, but false friendship, fawning hypocrisy, dishonest civility, base merchandise of words…
There are three infallible ways of pleasing an author, and the three form a rising scale of compliment: 1, to tell him you have read one of his books; 2, to tell him you have read all of his books; 3, to ask him to let you read the manuscript of his forthcoming book. No. 1 admits you to his respect; No. 2 admits you to his admiration; No. 3 carries you clear into his heart.
SYCOPHANT- One who approaches Greatness on his belly so that he may not be commanded to turn and be kicked. He is sometimes an editor.
I listen to WTF with Marc Maron, although I'm getting annoyed with him, he's a bit too intrusive and fawning. But he's done some great interviews in the past, like with David Simon, the writer of The Wire, and Bruce Springsteen. He gets fantastic guests. I just wish he let them talk more.
To censure princes is perilous, and to praise them is lying.
Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.
There are too many fawning entertainment shows out there and not one of them is making fun of it all.
You again,” she said, and she did not sound happy. “I know,” the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. “You’re so lucky to see me twice in one day. You’re honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Let’s just move on, shall we. I don’t handle fawning very well.
Arselicker!
The journalists are so devoted to Obama. They are such sycophants that they're worried about access.
What passes for sports coverage is terribly sycophantic.
LICKSPITTLE, n. A useful functionary, not infrequently found editing a newspaper . . . the lickspittle is only the blackmailer under another aspect, although the latter is frequently found as an independent species.
You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--
You find, as the years go on and you have some success, people kind of start to say yes when they should say no.
Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.
I am not an easel-kisser.
Most announcers play pattycake, pattycake with the players they're covering.
I think he [President Jimmy Carter]'s around too many people that kiss his ass all the time.
Men know no medium: They will either, spaniel-like, fawn at your feet, or be ready to leap into your lap.
