#mon

Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy. ↗

— Henry Kissinger

#peace #soldier #war #men

You have splendid breasts, lass," he purred, cupping the plump mounds. "Splendid," he repeated stupidly, and she almost laughed. Men loved breasts any shape or form, they just loved them. -Drustan to Gwen ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #love

Money has only a different value in the eyes of each. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#money

I am the Circle and the Circle is me ↗

— Patrick Ness

#monsters-of-men #the-ask-and-the-answer #the-knife-of-never-letting-go #men

Simone! Are you all right? Simone!" And a voice, grunting with pain, says, "Todd?" And- And it ain't Simone's voice. The smoke starts to clear. And it ain't Simone. "You saved me, Todd," says the Mayor, lying there, bad burns all over his face and hands, his clothes smoking like a brush fire. "You saved my life." And his eyes are full of wonder of it- That in the rush of the explozhun the person I chose to save- The one I chose without even thinking- (without there even being time for him to control me-) (no time for him to make me do it-) Was the Mayor. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#simone #todd #life

For God’s sake, let us be men not monkeys minding machines or sitting with our tails curled while the machine amuses us, the radio or film or gramophone. Monkeys with a bland grin on our faces. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#humanity #machines #monkeys #reflection #thought

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science. ↗

— Santoka Taneda

#creating #haiku #japanese #poetry #zen

Viola?            Keep calling for me–                      And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you–             You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#patrick-ness #todd #viola #life

The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#drustan #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #trews #men

If you have clutter, you're richer than you think! ↗

— Donna Smallin Kuper

#make-money #money