“You know what! Let me be straight forward to you! There is no equal right between men & women in ISLAM! Not a little bit! Yes YOU heard me WELL. Do YOU call that equal rights when a women get half of what man get? Or you call that equal when two women witness is equal of a man? If you still think there is equal rights! Then I think you need to re-examine your authentic sources!”
“Fancy what a game of chess would be if all the chessmen had passions and intellects, more or less small and cunning; if you were not only uncertain about your adversary s men, but a little uncertain also about your own; if your knight could shuffle himself on to a new square by the sly; if your bishop, at your castling, could wheedle your pawns out of their places; and if your pawns, hating you because they are pawns, could make away from their appointed posts that you might get checkmate on a sudden. You might be the longest-headed of deductive reasoners, and yet you might be beaten by your own pawns. You would be especially likely to be beaten, if you depended arrogantly on your mathematical imagination, and regarded your passionate pieces with contempt. Yet this imaginary chess is easy compared with the game a man has to play against his fellow-men with other fellow-men for his instruments.”
“I truly thought that it was a fact that every man was completely devoid of emotion, that sex was a tool of power for men.”
“I like men very much, but sometimes ... they re so stupid, so stuffed with theories .... They go in straight lines only, and won t stop. It s dangerous to do that. It s dangerous to leave everything up to the men, you know. That s one reason why I d like to go home, at least for a visit. To see what Elia with his theories, and my dear young Lev with his ideals, are up to. I get worried they ll go too fast and too straight and get us into a place we can t get out of, a trap. You see it seems to me that where men are weak and dangerous is in their vanity. A woman has a center, is a center. But a man isn t, he s a reaching out. So he reaches out and grabs things and piles them up around him and says, I m this, I m that, this is me, that s me, I ll prove that I am me! And he can wreck a lot of things, trying to prove it.”
“Gold melts in fire, women melt in gold, and men melt in women. -Red White Love: The Love of Liverpool FC”
“I love men. Rather, I love little parts of their bodies, not the perfect parts, but rather their odd features and their unique traits that make of them stand out of this cookie cutter world we live in. Throw a name at me, and I can instantly tell you which feature makes my heart go thumpedy-thump. Cropper Rowe: lucious, mocha brown-colored mole on the back of his neck. Derek: long yet narrow sideburns. Thorsten: thick nose, which he broke skiing. Milo: jet black hair, slicked back to reveal forehead and a small dimple. Vincent: lower jawline as it curves up to his ears and the way his stubble grows on it. Thayer: his waist and how he wears his jeans low enough to expose his appendectomy scar. And I love Eugene s eyes. Not that they are clear blue, but that they have a kind shape. It sounds cliché, but they are soft, and when I look into them, I feel I ve known him forever. The sadness still lingers deep inside them, but he smiles a lot. Maybe I m mistaken and life has been kind to him. Maybe he s the positive kind of fellow for whom smiling comes easily, despite it all.”