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“The best method for acquiring scientific data is direct observation. Nothing beats watching a subject in action. But scientist have an easier time gazing at intergalactic quasars than peeking into someone's bedroom. Quasars don't close the curtains out of modesty of suspicion. In contrast, most of us are unwilling to let curious scientists photograph us as we tumble between the sheets. Radio waves may be invisible, but they don't try do deceive curious physicists and they are incapable of self-deception. Humans are guilty of both.”
― Ogi Ogas, A Billion Wicked Thoughts: What the World's Largest Experiment Reveals about Human Desire

“The characters populating male fantasies have little in common with those inhabiting female fantasies. In porn, the mind of a woman is usually empty of all thought and feeling �� except for an overwhelming urge to have sex with plumbers, pizza boys, and her BFF. Women’s hopes and fears are irrelevant. Their skills are inconsequential, except for the admirable ability to satisfy multiple lovers simultaneously and an impressive capacity for moaning. Their bodies, on the other hand, are depicted in lavish, graphic detail.

The heroes of romance novels often seem like members of a more evolved species. They are natural leaders, rich, powerful, and well-connected. Their minds are intelligent and savvy, though they are reticent about their abilities and hide their inner demons. Despite the fact that they are a five-star general or lord of southern England, they hide a troubled and tempestuous soul that can only be healed by the magical balm of a woman’s love.”
― Ogi Ogas, A Billion Wicked Thoughts: What the World's Largest Experiment Reveals about Human Desire

“Psychologically, enviers wish to be the one God loves most, the Chosen One, the one whose being radiates excellence. Many women wish to star in this role, and many do. The male universe has room for many more stars; the female universe is therefore much smaller, and the competition quite fierce for the limited number of starring roles.”
― Phyllis Chesler, Woman's Inhumanity to Woman

“Но още през следващото лято споменът за голямото наводнение почна да минава в паметта на старите хора, дето щеше да живее още дълго, а младежите седяха с песни и разговори на бялата гладка капия над водата, която течеше дълбоко под тях и със своя шум допълваше песента им. Забравата лекува всичко, а песента е най-добрият начин за забрава, защото в нея човек си спомня само онова, което обича.
Така на капията, между небето и земята, реката и бърдата, поколение след поколение се учеше да не тъжи прекомерно по онова, което мътната вода отнася. Тук у тях проникваше несъзнателната философия на градчето; че животът е неразбираемо чудо, защото непрестанно се изразходва и разхищава, но все пак трае и се държи здраво „какт�� мостът на Дрина��.”
― Иво Андрич, The Bridge on the Drina