And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

In fact, every woman I met seemed disposable and replaceable. I was experiencing seducer's paradox: The better a seducer I became, the less I loved women. Success was no longer defined by getting laid or finding a girlfriend, but by how well I performed.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

Man wanted a home, a place for warmth, or comfort, first of physical warmth, then the warmth of the affections.