Quotes About Society

Tum enim dixit duo corpora esse rei publicae, unum debile infirmo capite, alterum firmum sine capite.

Optime autem societas hominum conjunctioque servabitur, si, ut quisque erit conjunctissimus, ita in eum benignitatis plurimum conferetur. (...) Homo, qui erranti comiter monstrat viam, Quasi lumen de suo lumine accendat, facit Nihilo minus ipsi lucet, cum illi accenderit.

Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad , as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

If he wants to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before him have made the same life choice.

Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women.

No one wants to die," said Becka. "But some people don't want to live in any of the ways that are allowed.

They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice.

A man is just a woman's strategy for making other women. Not that your father wasn't a nice guy and all, but... there's something missing in them, even the nice ones. It's like they're permanently absent-minded, like they can't quite remember who they are. They look at the sky too much. They lose touch with their feet. They aren't a patch on a woman except they're better at fixing cars and playing football, just what we need for the improvement of the human race, right?

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.

Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.

But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.

Craziness was considered funny, like all other things that were in reality frightening and profoundly shameful.

Everything is post these days, as if we're all just a footnote to something earlier that was real enough to have a name of its own.

I marvel again at the nakedness of men's lives: the showers right out in the open, the body exposed for inspection and comparison, the public display of privates. What is it for? What purposes of reassurance does it serve? The flashing of a badge, look, everyone, all is in order, I belong here. Why don't women have to prove to one another that they are women? Some form of unbuttoning, some split-crotch routine, just as casual. A doglike sniffing.

We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

Those walls and bars are there for a reason," said Crake. "Not to keep us out, but to keep them in. Mankind needs barriers in both cases." "Them?" "Nature and God." "I thought you didn't believe in God," said Jimmy. "I don't believe in Nature either," said Crake. "Or not with a capital N.

Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.

What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman's reputation, it amounts to the same thing.

Romantic people are not supposed to laugh, I know that much from looking at the pictures.

Gender roles suck, says Swift Fox. Then you should stop playing them, thinks Toby.

None of them was willing to be a girl, he said. You can see why not. I know, right? I don't blame them, she said with a hard edge to her voice. Being a girl is the pits, trust me.