“This question of yours, Sir, about my being a house painter — or rather, not a question, you simply made a statement — is typical of the whole character of this trial that is being foisted on me. You may object that it is not a trial at all; you are quite right, for it is only a trial if I recognize it as such. But for the moment I do recognize it, on grounds of compassion, as it were. One can't regard it except with compassion, if one is to regard it at all. I do not say that your procedure is contemptible, but I should like to present that epithet to you for your private consumption.”

" Jacko Not Guilty: "I'm Having A Little Crow Sandwich," CNN's Nancy Grace Says https://web.archive.org/web/20100807182604/http://www.mediabistro.com/tvnewser/cnn/jacko_not_guilty_im_having_a_little_crow_sandwich_cnns_nancy_grace_says_22536.asp", TVNewser.com (Jun 14, 2005).

i.e., anything you have to do to receive money
"The spirit of disobedience: an invitation to resistance"

Bk. 1, Ch. "The Conviction of His Courage" <!-- [Italics in source] --> (His record having been erased from government computers.)
The Shockwave Rider (1975)

Source: Always True (Moody, 2011), p. 109

Source: 1920s, Prejudices, Third Series (1922), Ch. 3 "Footnote on Criticism", pp. 85-104
Context: Upon the low value of "constructive" criticism I can offer testimony out of my own experience. My books have been commonly reviewed at length, and many critics have devoted themselves to pointing out what they conceive to be my errors, both of fact and of taste. Well, I cannot recall a case in which any suggestion offered by a "constructive" critic has helped me in the slightest, or even actively interested me. Every such wet-nurse of letters has sought fatuously to make me write in a way differing from that in which the Lord God Almighty, in His infinite wisdom, impels me to write — that is, to make me write stuff which, coming from me, would be as false as an appearance of decency in a Congressman. All the benefits I have ever got from the critics of my work have come from the destructive variety. A hearty slating always does me good, particularly if it be well written. It begins by enlisting my professional respect; it ends by making me examine my ideas coldly in the privacy of my chamber. Not, of course, that I usually revise them, but I at least examine them. If I decide to hold fast to them, they are all the dearer to me thereafter, and I expound them with a new passion and plausibility. If, on the contrary, I discern holes in them, I shelve them in a pianissimo manner, and set about hatching new ones to take their place. But "constructive" criticism irritates me. I do not object to being denounced, but I can't abide being schoolmastered, especially by men I regard as imbeciles.

De Profundis (1897)

Song lyrics, Love and Theft (2001), Cry A While

Source: Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life