I love 'Mad Men' & 'Nip Tuck.'
I don't sleep with happily married men.
We Latins make splendid lovers and splendid older men.
Grown men do not need leaders.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
They say men and women can't be friends, but that's not true.
Circumstances rule men; men do not rule circumstances.
Liberate the minds of men and ultimately you will liberate the bodies of men.
Preying on the grievances of disaffected young men is the bedrock of Islamism.
There is no such thing as society: there are individual men and women, and there are families.
These are the days for strong men to courageously expose wrong.
Men think about women. Women think about what men think about them.
Work with some men is as besetting a sin as idleness.
It's always the same - all men and women want to be sexy.
Logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men.
Bachelors have consciences, married men have wives.
Little Marjorie was born an only child some forty years ago. She had lost her mother at a young age and her father never remarried. All her life she had been cursed with the need for her ‘coke-bottle’ glasses with the practical over-sized frames....
Rocco: Anybody *you* think is evil? Connor: Aye. Rocco: Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho? Connor: D'you know what I think is psycho, Roc? It's decent men with loving families. They go home every day after work and they turn on t...
None of them, not even what he suspected should have been little boys, were small. He’d always thought that the James boys were freakishly large, but the men that were beating the shit out of each other over food had been much, much bigger. Most ev...
The curious task of economics is to demonstrate to men how little they really know about what they imagine they can design. To the naive mind that can conceive of order only as the product of deliberate arrangement, it may seem absurd that in complex...
Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost...
