Men do everything that men do, from waging war to reading books, for one purpose only: to get laid.
It’s something of a cliché, at least among war correspondents, that war makes people unusually horny; what it actually does is make you want to touch as much flesh as you can get your hands on.
All nineteen-year-old males are children who are men capable of war.
The problem with freedom is that when people have it, they do what they want to.
He says that politics is a waste of time. Politics are? Politics is? Anyway, a waste of time. He says you should focus on your own sexual gratification.
Don’t you wonder sometimes,” Miranda asked, “whether women have all the power or no power at all?
One way to think about your life is as an extended free fall. An epiphany may help you see better as you fall. Rather than a meaningless blur, you will see rocks and trees and lizards. An epiphany is not a parachute.
The epiphany machine will not discover anything about you that you do not, in some way, already know. But think for a moment about surprise. What is surprising is never what is revealed but the grace with which it has been hidden.
The things white men failed to notice would fill the world they had ruined ten thousand times over.
That’s what nobody admits about men, how needy they are.
Thinking, like other drugs, can be a useful distraction from pain, as long as it’s managed and doesn’t become an addiction.
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it’s not around. Or maybe it’s just me.
That was what maturity was: accepting things. The more things you accepted, the more mature you were.
Praising heroes who slay monsters is a writer’s most ancient task.
Arthur, do you think the fall of the Wall means anything? Do you think that this means that even one fewer body will burn?