Quotes About Men

In her experience every man thought he was a natural dancer, and every one thought he was good in bed. The truth was that most men only knew one dance step—usually the pogo—and between the sheets they were like a monkey in a nature film poking at an anthill with a stick.

Artificial over-stimulation seemed like the perfect way to stifle a generation of young people who wanted more and more from a world where less and less was available. Whether the victims were men or women, arousal addiction seemed to have become the new normal.

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

The democracy of capitalism guaranteed that only the most banal men, the men with the most moderate intellect and most readily appealing looks and talents, would rise to notoriety. And these would only be a handful from among the millions.

Here was reading as a covert act of revolution carried out in plain sight but recognized as such only by other men with the book.

Backed by the hellish glare of flames, the doctor proclaimed, "Men in general need to accept their diminished status in the world." Against a backdrop of smoke and shouting, she added, "The impending war, for example, will be an excellent opportunity for them to earn the acclaim they crave.

We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression. We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.

Ah. I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, black, and coming down my throat.

There were lots of kinds of men in the world. There were lots of kinds of dogs in the world. There were lots of men who acted like dogs in the world.

Now, I don't believe that a god exists. I think that gods are creation of men, by men, and for men. What has happened over the many centuries now, the better part of two thousand in fact, is that God has been slowly and steadily accruing power. His church has been accruing power, and the men who run that church, and they are all men, are not about to give it up. If they give it up, they give up luxury, they give up comfort.

He liked the phrase "mother's tit." It said so much, so simply. Momma's tit had a good deal more power to move these men than her apple pie.

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

Women had always existed: they had lived, a species to themselves, with the demons. But they had wanted playmates: and together they had made men.

Men and your hunts," Lilith went on, addressing, it seemed, some larger error in the Duke's sex. "If you hadn't been out killing healthy stags and boars in the first place, you could have married and lived and loved. But"—she shrugged—"we do as our instincts dictate, yes? And yours brought you here. To the very edge of your own grave.

They looked, to all intents and purposes, like living men and women. But then wasn't that the trick of their craft? To imitate life so well the illusion was indistinguishable from the real thing?

The World. Hugo had once told Nathaniel in Will's presence, was made by many men, but shaped by few. The important thing was to be one of those few; to find a place in which you could change the repetitive patterns of the many Through political influence and intellectual discourse, and failing either of these , through benign coercion.

Più grande è la sfida, migliori sono gli uomini che la affrontano.

There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.

The war was about vanity, he said. It was about old men who couldn't look in the mirror anymore and so they sent the young out to die. Was was a get-together of the vain. They wanted it simple--hate your enemy, know nothing of him.

They looked ruined and decrepit, the sort of men who'd soon turn into empty chairs.

She had formed a distrust of men who carried Bibles. It seemed to her that they believed their own voices were somehow embedded there.

The Revolution had many of these men, proportioned to the epoch. In this old man one was conscious of a man put to the proof. Though so near to his end, he preserved all the gestures of health. In his clear glance, in his firm tone, in the robust movement of his shoulders, there was something calculated to disconcert death.

It's as if there is a conspiracy of silence among men — a brotherhood — to let each other off the hook.

She prefers men who appreciate her mind as well as her appearance." "Yes, she would, wouldn't she?" He thought for a moment. "Is she dreadfully intelligent?" Amusement twinkled in Veronica's eyes but her tone was somber. "Dreadfully." "That can't be helped, I suppose." He nodded. "Anything else?