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“Captain Billings," he drawled finally, "if you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass, don't you know.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan of the Apes

“I knew nothing about the technique of story writing, and now, after eighteen years of writing, I still know nothing about the technique, although with the publication of my new novel, "Tarzan and the Lost Empire", there are 31 books on my list.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“The natives knew better than to screw around with Tarzan. He was one bad dude. Lions, rhinos, just him and his knife. Great penthouse and elevator. Wouldnt last long in Brooklyn. Busted for indecent exposure. Me Tarzan you Judge. That is absolutely correct, and you are going to do sixty days. Try dressing as Beau Brummel the next time. Next case!”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Waiting Period

“Sports just happen to be excellent for avoiding foreign-language stage fright and developing lasting friendships while still sounding like Tarzan.”
― Timothy Ferriss, The 4-Hour Workweek

“If people were paid for writing rot such as I read in some of those magazines that I could write stories just as rotten.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“The magnificent diamond locket which hung about Tarzan's neck, had been a source of much wonderment to Jane. She pointed to it now, and Tarzan removed it and handed the pretty bauble to her.

She saw that it was the work of a skilled artisan and that the diamonds were of great brilliancy and superbly set, but the cutting of them denoted that they were of a former day. She noticed too that the locket opened, and, pressing the hidden clasp, she saw the two halves spring apart to reveal in either section an ivory miniature.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan of the Apes

“Yes, your man, Jane Porter. Your savage, primeval man come out of the jungle to claim his mate--the woman who ran away from him," he added almost fiercely.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Me, Tarzan. You, Jane. I kill bad guy. Beat chest. Tarzan howl.”
― Stephanie Rowe, Kiss at Your Own Risk

“P38- little tarzan, which was the name they had given to the tiny lord greystoke and which meant white skin”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“John!" cried Lady Greystoke, running toward him, "how could I have been mistaken? I-" but the rest of the sentence was lost as Tarzan of the Apes sprang into the room and taking his mate in his arms covered her lips with kisses.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“One does not judge the gazelle by the lions that attack it”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs

“You're still like a chocolate cupcake while I'm that weird lemon-white chocolate cookie people always pick last because it's weird.”
― Pippa Grant, Stud in the Stacks

“Tarzan of the Apes was no sentimentalist. He knew nothing of the brotherhood of man. All things outside his own tribe were his deadly enemies, with the few exceptions of which Tantor, the elephant, was a marked example. And he realized all this without malice or hatred. To kill was the law of the wild world he knew. Few were his primitive pleasures, but the greatest of these was to hunt and kill, and so he accorded to others the right to cherish the same desires as he, even though he himself might be the object of their hunt. His strange life had left him neither morose nor bloodthirsty. That he joyed in killing, and that he killed with a joyous laugh upon his handsome lips betokened no innate cruelty. He killed for food most often, but, being a man, he sometimes killed for pleasure, a thing which no other animal does; for it has remained for man alone among all creatures to kill senselessly and wantonly for the mere pleasure of inflicting suffering and death. And when he killed for revenge, or in self-defense, he did that also without hysteria, for it was a very businesslike proceeding which admitted of no levity.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan of the Apes

“A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or brutal or degrading passions. For, though Tarzan of the Apes was a killer of men and of beasts, he killed as the hunter kills, dispassionately, except on those rare occasions when he had killed for hate鈥攖hough not the brooding, malevolent hate which marks the features of its own with hideous lines.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Books of Tarzan, Vol 1

“He would spend entire days in the foothills, ostensibly searching for gazelle, but on the few occasions that he came close enough to any of the beautiful little animals to harm them he invariably allowed them to escape without so much as taking his rifle from its boot. The ape-man could see no sport in slaughtering the most harmless and defenseless of God's creatures for the mere pleasure of killing. In fact, Tarzan had never killed for "pleasure," nor to him was there pleasure in killing. It was the joy of righteous battle that he loved鈥攖he ecstasy of victory. And the keen and successful hunt for food in which he pitted his skill and craftiness against the skill and craftiness of another; but to come out of a town filled with food to shoot down a soft-eyed, pretty gazelle鈥攁h, that was crueller than the deliberate and cold-blooded murder of a fellow man. Tarzan would have none of it, and so he hunted alone that none might discover the sham that he was practicing.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“Tarzan was wishing that they might walk on thus forever. If the girl were only a man they might. He longed for a friend who loved the same wild life that he loved. He had learned to crave companionship, but it was his misfortune that most of the men he knew preferred immaculate linen and their clubs to nakedness and the jungle. It was, of course, difficult to understand, yet it was very evident that they did.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, The Return of Tarzan

“How much he could believe of it, he did not know; for he did not know the man, and he had learned to suspect that every civilized man was a liar and a cheat until he had proved himself otherwise.”
― Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan the Magnificent

“Two worlds one family”
― PIKACHUUU

“I feel another argument coming on.鈥� His mocking amusement might not have shown on his face, but she could feel it in her mind. Jacques simply lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder.
鈥淣o way, you wild man. You aren鈥檛 Tarzan. I don鈥檛 like heights. Put me down.鈥�
鈥淐lose your eyes. Who is Tarzan? Not another male, I hope.鈥�
The wind rushed over her body, and she could feel them moving fast, so fast the world seemed to blur. She closed her eyes and clutched at him, afraid to do anything else. His laughter was happy and carefree, and it warmed her heart, dispelling any residue of fear she carried. It was a miracle to her that he could laugh, that he was happy.
Tarzan is the ultimate male. He swings through trees and carries his woman off into the jungle.
He patterns himself after me.
She nuzzled his back. He tries.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“This woman?
Mine.
Because I鈥檓 hers.
Heart, body, and soul.
She鈥檚 it. I鈥檓 done.”
― Pippa Grant, Stud in the Stacks

“You were my long haired, tan skinned T潭a潭r潭z潭a潭n潭 Summer dream.”
― J.B. English, Fireflies