#men

The language of Cat's generation was far harder than that of her own, and more pithily correct: in their terms, he was a hunk. But why, she wondered, should anybody actually want a hunk, when non-hunks were so much more interesting? ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#men

You want enough to fill you up. You want more cocaine and more vodka. You want more of all of them, of men, of the things that stick out of them, egos and Marlboro reds and dirty words about banging your perfect ass. ↗

— Amanda Boyden

#men

It has been a long time since philosophers have read men’s souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us. ↗

— Emil Cioran

#men

You still think I've gone cracked in the head," Ben said, amused. "Listen, if tomorrow we pulled into Biren and someone told you there were shamble-men in the woods, would you believe them?" My father shook his head. "What if two people told you?" Another shake. Ben leaned forward on his stump. "What if a dozen people told you, with perfect earnestness, that shamble-men were out in the fields, eating-" "Of course I wouldn't believe them," my father said, irritated. "It's ridiculous." "Of course it is," Ben agreed, raising a finger. "But the real question is this: Would you go into the woods? ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#men

You should be cuddling with her. I can’t believe I just said that. Cuddling makes me want to vomit a little, but apparently women like it. ↗

— Lexi Blake

#lexi-blake #the-men-with-the-golden-cuffs #men

How will the ships navigate without stars? And then he remembered that the stars were dead, long dead, and the light they shed was not to be trusted, was false, if not an outright lie, and in any case was inadequate, unequal to its task, which was to illuminate the evil that men did. ↗

— Jeet Thayil

#men

A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said. ↗

— Patti Callahan Henry

#country-songs #men #ocean #summer #men

A clown needn't be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he's in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they're just being ordinary men, they've got quite sad faces. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#appearances #clowns #faces #photographs #sadness

Are you all right?" "Oh my god! I phased!" "Are you all right?" "Are you?" "It was strange." "I can't believe I phased just then! That's never...it was totally your fault." "I like to think so, yes." "Tee hee. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#colossus #joss-whedon #shadowcat #men

...they come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost... ↗

— Mira Grant

#poetry #zombies #men