These don’t necessarily have anything at all to do with P4P or even sex; just quotes I found amusing or enjoyed. 

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culture was like money, it comes easiest to those who need it least

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One would know evereytrhing in the world there is to know, if one waited long enough. The one fault in the passivity of Buddha as a technique for the acquisition of knowledge and wisdom is the miserably brief span of human life.

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I am quite aware that I bat close to a thousand on invitations to damsels only because I don’t issue one unless the circumstances strongly indicate that it will be accepted. But that has got me accustomed to hearing yes, and therefore it was a rude shock to listen to her unqualified no.

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Well, I have the inclination, the maturity, and the wherewithall; but unfortunately, I don’t have the time.

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He agreed with his old friend Elbridge Gerry of Massachusetts, who thought a large standing army was like a swollen penis, providing “an excellent assurance of domestic tranquility, but a dangerous temptation to foreign adventure.”

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Sex…the pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable. [note: including this quote does not mean endorsement of the view]

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“It’s not the years, it’s the attitude.  Boys just want to get laid.  Men want to get married, and get on with their lives.”
“I’m pretty sure men want to get laid too.”
“Well, yes, but it’s not such an all-encompassing desire.  They have some brain cells left over for other functions.”

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Good judgment comes from experience, and often experience comes from bad judgment.

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Pretty girls come a dime a dozen
Try to find one who’s gonna give you true lovin’

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And a lot of women chased me. And those that chased me tended to catch me.

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“It’s never too late to stop being an asshole!” [Well, actually, sometimes . . . ]

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He may look dumb, but that’s just a disguise.

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Arguing with a lawyer is like mud wrestling with a pig — after awhile, you realize that the pig actually enjoys it.

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One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you’re going to wind up with an ear full of cider.

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I like Pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs see us as equals.

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The trouble with people who can’t communicate is they won’t stop trying.

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A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

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It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

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Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

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There is no doubt that the Game has its dangers. For that very reason we love it; only the weak are sent out on paths without perils.

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Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

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Yet, suddenly, something seemed clarified. People were lonely; women, in particular, were lonely like him. But who knew about all of that — women? Certainly not he. And to what purpose, anyway? The thought of all this left him feeling worse, baffled and inept, stuck within himself, like something buried.

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For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.

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You can’t break the rule because every man is some woman’s fool

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But if you don’t know where you’re going
Any road will take you there.

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I’m not picky. As long as she’s smart. And pretty. Sweet and gentle, tender and refined, lovely, carefree . . .

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One has trouble with a wife but it’s much worse with one who is not a wife.

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Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too.

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Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.

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And naturally, for you, as a consequence of the peculiar constitution of the human ego, your point of view is paramount. But your ego is bound to be jostled by other egos, and efforts to counteract the jostling by ignoring it have rarely succeeded. It is frequently advisable, and sometimes necessary, to give a little ground.

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I hail from a different time and place, have grown older and impatient when confronted with nonsense, and consider the freedom to grumble as one blessing of advanced longevity.

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Women enjoy men the way a cat enjoys a catnip mouse. 

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The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.  The price of eternal vigilance is paranoia. 
[Now, this seems related to P4P, doesn't it? ] 

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 As long as you got the curves, baby, I got the angles!

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Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.  
[But sometimes it really is malice.]

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Mighty little force is needed to control a man whose mind has been hoodwinked; contrariwise, no amount of force can control a free man, a man whose mind is free.  No, not the rack, not fission bombs, not anything — you can’t conquer a free man; the most you can do is kill him.

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What is it about the body of a human woman that makes it the most terribly beautiful sight on earth?

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Each man is his own prisoner, in solitary confinement for life.

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I’m just a soul whose intentions are good;
Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.

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Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good.  Luckily this is not difficult.  
[One of my mother's favorites. ]

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. . . wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

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. . . the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

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. . . a little night bird, as he called them, one of the many who sold emergency love in a transient hotel for sailors.

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She reminded him that the weak would never enter the kingdom of love, which is a harsh and ungenerous kingdom, and that women give themselves only to men of resolute spirit, who provide the security they need in order to face life.

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at the height of passion he had experienced a revelation that he could not believe, that he even refused to admit, which was that his illusory love . . . could be replaced by an earthly passion.

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[She] never missed her occasional appointments with [him], not even during her busiest times, and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved, although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love, but without the problems of love.

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human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.

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“No, not rich.  I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”

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“The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not.”  He distrusted those who did not; when they strayed from the straight and narrow, it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.  Those who did it often, on the other hand, lived for that alone.  They felt so good that their lips were sealed as if they were tombs, because they knew that their lives depended on their discretion.  They never spoke of their exploits, they confided in no one, they feigned indifference to the point where they earned the reputation of being impotent, or frigid, or above all timid fairies . . . . But they took pleasure in the error because the error protected them.  They formed a secret society, whose members recognized each other all over the world without need of a common language, which is why [he] was not surprised by the girl’s reply; she was one of them, and therefore she knew that he knew that she knew.

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all they could do was to use sex as if it were a bandit’s knife and put it to the throat of the first man they passed on the street: your prick or your life.

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[He] was left with the nagging suspicion that this was not her last word.  He believed that when a woman says no, she is waiting to be urged before making her final decision, but with her he could not risk making the same mistake twice.  He withdrew without protest, and even with a certain grace, which was not easy for him.  From that night on, any cloud there might have been between them was dissipated without bitterness, and [he] understood at last that it is possible to be a woman’s friend and not go to bed with her.

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 the simple argument that love was everything they did naked.  She said: “Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.”

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he was convinced that once a woman goes to bed with a man, she will continue to go to bed with him whenever he desires, as long as he knows how to move her to passion each time.  He had endured everything because of that conviction, he had overlooked everything, even the dirtiest dealings in love, so that he would not have to grant to any woman born of woman the opportunity to make the final decision.

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 She said: “It is as if he were not a person but only a shadow.”  That is what he was: the shadow of someone whom no one had ever known.

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[He] had seen himself reflected so often in that mirror that he was never as afraid of death as he was of reaching that humiliating age when he would have to be led on a woman’s arm.

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The truth is that by the standards of his time, [he] had crossed the line into old age.  He was fifty-six well-preserved years old, and he thought them well lived because they were years of love.  But no man of the time would have braved the ridicule of looking younger at his age . . .

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Someone had told her not to spend more time with [him] than necessary, not to eat anything he had tasted, and not to put her face too close to his, for old age was contagious.

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they treated each other with the familiarity of a husband and wife who had hidden so many things in this life that there was almost nothing left for them to say to each other.

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He could not avoid it: whenever he found himself on the edge of catastrophe, he needed the help of a woman.

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She knew that it would not be easy to submit to his miserliness, or the foolishness of his premature appearance of age, or his maniacal sense of order, or his eagerness to ask for everything and give nothing in return, but despite all this, no man was better company because no other man in the world was so in need of love.  But no other man was as elusive either, so that their love never went beyond the point it always reached for him: the point where it would not interfere with his determination to remain free . . .

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It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.

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another of his supersititions, not disproved so far, that the body carries on for as long as you do.

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but he was disturbed at the idea that she had disliked his odor: the smell of a dirty old man.

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dancing along, using just enough brains to avoid the precipice

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The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it… I can resist everything but temptation.

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like herding … something really impossible. Not cats. Cats I could envision all going in one direction if there was a little herring-flavored incentive at the end of the line. Herding rabid guinea pigs in a thunderstorm, maybe

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life is a casting off.  It’s always that way.

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I tell ya, I don’t know what the future is.  I don’t know — what I’m supposed to want.

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I don’t say he’s a great man.  [He] never made a lot of money.  His name was never in the paper.  He’s not the finest character that ever lived.  But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him.  So attention must be paid.  He’s not to be allowed to fall into his grave like an old dog.  Attention, attention must finally be paid to such a person.

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the beautiful uncut hair of graves

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The prostitute drags her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other,
(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;)

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 These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,

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Vivas to those who have fail’d!
And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!
And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!

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I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

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I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

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“They’re not meant to have any rage, are they, it might frighten the males of the species.  But it’s there all right.”

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I made a note to quit trying to understand women and start trying to understand men.

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He was the most charming person I have ever known, until he got tiresome, which of course everyone does in time.

It seems that I am wonderful as long as I last and then I go tiresome all at once, without any warning.

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