#own

He was the kind of guy who made Sadie a lit­tle un­com­fort­able. The kind who wore leather and drank beer and crushed emp­ties on their fore­heads. The kind who made her stand a lit­tle straighter. The kind she avoided like a hot fudge brownie be­cause both were bad news for her thighs. ↗

— Rachel Gibson

#men #men

Alric! Stop it!" Pickering snapped at him. "You mustn't let the men see you crying!" Fury flared in Alric, and he spun on the count. "No? No? Look at them! They are dying for me. They are dying on my order! I say they do have a right to see their king! They all have a right to see their king!" Alric wiped the tears from his cheeks and gathered his reins. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of having my face put in the dirt! I won't stand it. I'm tired of being helpless. That's my city, built by my ancestors! If my people chose to fight, then, by Maribor, I want them to know it's me they fight!" The prince put on his helm, drew his father's large sword and spurred his horse forward, not at the trench but at the castle gate itself. ↗

— Michael J. Sullivan

#men

Towns are after all excrescences, grey fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#towns #urban-life #men

Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking. ↗

— José Saramago

#liking #ownership #appreciation

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with. ↗

— Harper Lee

#small-town #south #summer #men

Within certain limits, it is actually true that the less money you have, the less you worry. ↗

— George Orwell

#george-orwell #money #poverty #worry #money

And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#money

... there is no magical formula to beat the casino. None. Save your money. Save yourself from the cons of an author and the cons of the casino. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

Risk management seemed to have completed its transformation into pure entertainment. Dudley seemed the epitome of a risk manager who would drown crossing a river that was 12 inches in depth on average. ↗

— Satyajit Das

#risk #money

This person sees not her own hand depositing the next dollar in a slot machine, but the hand of fate, or God. It’s her true conviction that there are forces at work for her to win a large jackpot— or at least to win back the money lost. After all, the only-for-show pictures of fruit had almost aligned with one another the last couple spins. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #god #i-deal-to-plunder