#me

He seems so frivolous and so careless, but he gives money to beggars, not frivolously or carelessly, but because he believes in giving money to beggars, and giving it to them “where they stand”. He says he knows perfectly well all the arguments against giving money to beggars. But he finds those to be precisely the arguments for giving money to them. If beggars are lazy or deceptive or wanting a drink, he knows only too well his own lack of motivation, his own dishonesty, his own thirst. He doesn’t believe in “scientific charity” because that is too easy, as easy as writing a check. He believes in “promiscuous charity” because that is really difficult. “It means the most dark and terrible of all human actions—talking to a man. In fact, I know of nothing more difficult than really talking to the poor men we meet.” (pp. 13-14) ↗

— Dale Ahlquist

#social-justice #men

You can count the bruises on your heart easily enough, but numbering sins is a far tricker matter. Men are eternally forgetting for their benefit. They leave it to the World to remeber, and to the Outside to call them to harsh accout. One hundred Heavens . . . for one thousand Hells. ↗

— R. Scott Bakker

#sin #men

Crivens!’ ‘Oh no, not them,’ said the Queen, throwing up her hands. It wasn’t just the Nac Mac Feegles, but also Wentworth, a strong smell of seaweed, a lot of water and a dead shark. They appeared in mid-air and landed in a heap between Tiffany and the Queen. But a pictsie was always ready for a fight, and they bounced, rolled and came up drawing their swords and shaking sea water out of their hair. ‘Oh, ‘tis you, izzut?’ said Rob Anybody, glaring up at the Queen. ‘Face to face wi’ ye at last, ye bloustie ol’ callyack that ye are! Ye canna’ come here, unnerstand? Be off wi’ ye! Are ye goin’ to go quietly?’ The Queen stamped heavily on him. When she took her foot away, only the top of his head was visible above the turf. ‘Well, are ye?’ he said, pulling himself out as if nothing had happened. ‘I don’t wantae havtae lose my temper wi’ ye! An’ it’s no good sendin’ your pets against us, ‘cos you ken we can take ‘em tae the cleaners!’ He turned to Tiffany, who hadn’t moved. ‘You just leave this tae us, Kelda. Us an’ the Quin, we go way back! ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#men

To this day, the behavior of straight men is something I’ve never been able to wrap my head around. Have you ever met one? They’re really weird. Sometimes they want to have sex without A Chorus Line playing in the background. Yuck. How is that even possible? ↗

— Kathy Griffin

#heterosexuals #humor #men

All right, Emma. You brought me in. You made your move. Just like I knew you would. A nice move. Now it's my turn. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#joss-whedon #shadowcat #men

De moderne mens: volledig in zichzelf gekeerd eet hij zijn patatje, tegen anderen opbotsend, een trek van wezenloze domheid en kwaadaardigheid op z'n gezicht dat ontsierd wordt door een modieus snorretje. Na z'n patatje te hebben opgevreten werpt de moderne, zelfbewuste, geseculariseerde mens het plastic bakje over z'n schouder op straat. Als hij langs onze winkel komt denkt hij: 'Uhh?! Boekies.'  Dan smeert hij de mayonaise die nog aan z'n handen zit aan de buiten uitgestalde boeken, loopt de hal in en doet de deur half open om de verkoper toe te snauwen: 'Ken ik hier ook boekies inleveren!' En als de verkoper op z'n bekende vriendelijke manier uitlegt wat voor boeken hij wel zou willen kopen, kijkt de moderne mens hem niet-begrijpend en met openhangende, walmende muil aan: 'Literatuur! Wa bedoelu?' 'O, leesboekies. Nou daar heb ik nog wel wat van staan.' En enige seconden later verlaat de moderne mens de winkel om zijn zinloze, verontreinigende tocht door de straten, de stad en het leven voort te zetten. ↗

— Hans Engberts

#men

We do tend to overreact when we feel threatened. Men, I mean. ↗

— Keira Kroft

#men

Tyrion cocked his head sideways. “Did you mean to answer your damned riddle, or only to make my head ache worse?” Varys smiled. “Here, then. Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.” “So power is a mummer’s trick?” “A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#men

Ariel sighed. “How are you not self-conscious about that?” Kitty chuckled. “Hey, I got used to it in a hurry, and I kind of like the side perks. I always wanted to … y’know, be superhuman, do some of the things I’ve been able to do with this setup.” She curled her tail up to take it in her hands. “Now I know how the guys feel, having something extra in your pants tends to be awkward after a while. ↗

— Don A. Martinez

#difference-between-men-and-women #men

(regarding Charles Lee) This eccentric and notably slovenly man was always trailed by his beloved dogs. "When I can be convinced that men are as worthy objects as dogs", he once explained, "I shall transfer my benevolence to them. ↗

— Ron Chernow

#history #us #men