Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.
I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud.
In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.
The Alien is gross, scary. There is something in a human being that looks at them and sees it as a cockroach. You can never feel nurturing towards the cockroach.
I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.
People really hate Trump - a lot. They hate his voice. They hate looking at him. They hate everything about him.
Horror by definition is the emotion of pure revulsion. Terror of the same standard, is that of fearful anticipation.
Ah, no, far be from me a thought which I loathe like poison.
I'm not afraid of cockroaches.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.
Someday, I have no doubt, the dead from today's wars will be seen with a similar sense of sorrow at needless loss and folly as those millions of men who lie in the cemeteries of France and Belgium - and tens of millions of Americans will feel a similar revulsion for the politicians and generals who were so spendthrift with others' lives.
All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.
I can't stand most things that I see.
Looking back, all I can say is that the meeting with Bush was one of the most disgusting experiences in my life.
I think it's an awful drink, to be honest with you.
Liver is my number one most hated food. Oh, God, I get sick talking about it!
Gag me with a spoon!
I hated the words. Each one was like a big live insect in my mouth.
When violence is real and you flinch away from it, violence does not push people to try and imitate that. Often, we shun the violence that makes us flinch, because it disturbs us. And what makes us uncomfortable and disturbs us is not often bad. What disturbs us will not make us imitate that.
Every time I see him [on TV], I get sick to my stomach and want to throw up.
Referring to former presidential aide and TV Journalist, Bill Moyers:
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.
As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the conservationists hadn't planned on reviving in this place. A perv in a white shirt and polyester pants. A standard hide-in-the-bushes-and-whack-it perv. Fat and balding, it was as appealing as watching a giant marshmallow go at it.
There's something about me that makes a lot of people want to throw up.
When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.