Oga Quotes

Flawed, imperfect creatures! That's what we both are, oga! That's what we ALL are!

Instead of asking whether someone is gritty, we should ask when they are. “If you get someone into a context that suits them,” Ogas said, “they’ll more likely work hard and it will look like grit from the outside.

A man shouldn’t go crying like that, people will think you’re weak.

Each dark horse had a novel journey, but a common strategy. “Short-term planning,” Ogas told me. “They all practice it, not long-term planning.” Even people who look like consummate long-term visionaries from afar usually looked like short-term planners up close.

A man, see… The harder the situation, the more a man laughs!

Dark horses were on the hunt for match quality. “They never look around and say, ‘Oh, I’m going to fall behind, these people started earlier and have more than me at a younger age,’” Ogas told me. “They focused on, ‘Here’s who I am at the moment, here are my motivations, here’s what I’ve found I like to do, here’s what I’d like to learn, and here are the opportunities. Which of these is the best match right now? And maybe a year from now I’ll switch because I’ll find something better.

Here are the ten most common professions of the hero, derived from the titles of more than 15,000 Harlequin romance novels: Doctor Cowboy Boss Prince Rancher Knight Surgeon King Bodyguard Sheriff

The process of the hero getting in touch with his tender side is one of the greatest pleasures of the romance. Scenes where an alpha male expresses his feelings are always described in rich detail. In the same way that women often find the breathless gasping and moaning of female porn stars to be absurdly inauthentic, male readers of romances might find the emotional confessions of romance heroes to be strangely unfamiliar.

vice versa. Instead of asking whether someone is gritty, we should ask when they are. “If you get someone into a context that suits them,” Ogas said, “they’ll more likely work hard and it will look like grit from the outside.

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.

A man must follow through on something once he decides it. I said that, right? But watching your friends get done in without doing something? That’s not being a man at all!

For every search for a “skinny” girl, there are almost three searches for a “fat” girl.

The uncanny experience of meaning that enters our consciousness when we comprehend a word is entirely unrelated to the perceptual qualities of the word itself.

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A sailor was stranded on a desert island and managed to survive by making friends with the local natives—such good friends, in fact, that one day the chief offered him his daughter for an evening’s entertainment. Late that night, while they made love, the chief’s daughter kept shouting, “Oga, boga! Oga, boga!” The arrogant sailor assumed this must be how the natives express their appreciation when something is fantastic. A few days later the chief invites the sailor for a game of golf. On his first stroke, the chief hit a hole in one. Eager to try out his new vocabulary, the sailor enthusiastically shouted “Oga boga! Oga boga!” The chief turned around with a puzzled look on his face and asked, “What you mean, ‘wrong hole’?

When I was a college runner, I had teammates whose drive and determination seemed almost boundless on the track, and nearly absent in the classroom, and vice versa. Instead of asking whether someone is gritty, we should ask when they are. “If you get someone into a context that suits them,” Ogas said, “they’ll more likely work hard and it will look like grit from the outside.

Consciousness is a rich, intimate, symbiotic relationship between reality and itself. And the more conscious we are of consciousness, the more we will come to value other sentient beings as hallowed and exquisite flickers of feeling within the boundless darkness.

A woman's sexual desire must be filtered through a careful appraisal of potential risks. During human prehistory, women who blindly gave in to every sexual urge likely faced a host of daunting challenges, including - in the extreme cases - death. Most important, from an evolutionary point of view, her children would have a harder time surviving than the children of a woman who limited the expression of her sexual urges to a strong and decent man willing to invest in a stable, long-term, child-rearing relationship. All modern women are the fruit of feminine caution. The result of this whittling away of the impulsive branches of our ancestral maternal tree is a female brain equipped with the most sophisticated neural software on Earth. A system designed to uncover, scrutinize, and evaluate a dazzling range of informative clues.

You know, we live in an ass-licking economy. The biggest problem in this country is not corruption. The problem is that there are many qualified people who are not where they are supposed to be because they won’t lick anybody’s ass, or they don’t know which ass to lick or they don’t even know how to lick an ass. I’m lucky to be licking the right ass.” She smiled. “It’s just luck. Oga said I was well brought up, that I was not like all the Lagos girls who sleep with him on the first night and the next morning give him a list of what they want him to buy. I slept with him on the first night but I did not ask for anything, which was stupid of me now that I think of it, but I did not sleep with him because I wanted something. Ah, this thing called power. I was attracted to him even with his teeth like Dracula. I was attracted to his power.

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.

Though social psychologist Elaine Hatfield is one of the nicest people you could ever meet, her life has been filled with controversy, mostly because of her independent streak. When she was a young professor at the University of Minnesota in 1963, there were two rules. Women were not allowed to hang their coats in the faculty cloak room. Women were not allowed to dine at the Faculty Club. One Monday evening, Hatfield decided to challenge the rules. She and fellow psychologist Ellen Berscheid approached the table where their male colleagues were sitting. When we walked into the Faculty Club and chorused: “May we sit down?” our six colleagues couldn’t have been more courtly. “Of course! Do sit down.” But, Colleague #1 glanced at his watch and declared, “Oh, do excuse me I have to run.” Colleague #2 shifted uneasily, then remembered that his wife was picking him up. Colleague #3 snatched up a dinner roll and said that he better walk out with his friend. The remaining men realized that they’d better be going, too. Within minutes Ellen and I were sitting alone at the elegant table, surrounded by six heaping plates. Shamed but undeterred, they kept returning to the Faculty Club until they finally obtained their own table. Eventually, Hatfield became a full professor at the University of Wisconsin, where she pioneered research into the psychology of falling in love. The

He crouched there, surrounded by the cozy clutter of his familiar things: soft moss, nuts, leaves, pieces of fruit, shiny stones, some twigs he was gnawing on, and the page that Freddie had given him that said “…oga for kids” on it, leaning against the wall.

Women want to see foreplay, a lot of kissing, a lot of talking before the action gets going. They like to see women with a little more weight on them, a little older, not skinny young girls. The guys have to be clean, well-dressed, and well-kept. They hate men that are sloppily dressed.

All conscious beings share a common privilege. We are all hoping and suffering, recognizing and realizing, fearful and fervent. We are all cosmic weavers: the frog mind and the hummingbird mind and the chimpanzee mind pluck out kaleidoscopic snapshots of the universe’s unfolding within their resonance, knotting the ceaseless torrent of chaos into a prismatic tapestry. In these animal minds, as in our own minds, we gather up fleeting fragments of reality and transform them into feeling, a cosmos within a cosmos.

When module minds began to communicate with one another through complex external representations it paved the way for the emergence of superminds and the mental powers of a god—a volatile and capricious god who tends to reach for the darkness with nearly the same likelihood as it reaches for the light.

But that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. —“The Hill We Climb,” Amanda Gorman

All modern women are the fruit of feminine caution. The result of this whittling away of the impulsive branches of our ancestral maternal tree is a female brain equipped with the most sophisticated neural software on Earth. A system designed to uncover, scrutinize, and evaluate a dazzling range of informative clues.

Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. —Cosmos, Carl Sagan

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of cover models? For every search for a “skinny” girl, there are almost three searches for a “fat” girl.

due to their excessive hip size. But one thing is clear: willowy, toothpick-thin women are a rarity in male-targeted pornography.

Men’s interest in breasts, butts, and feet are well known and well documented. The next anatomical cue, however, may come as something of a surprise.

The fact of the matter is that men are more interested in penises than women are—and men are much more interested in large penises than women are. In a recent academic survey of more than fifty thousand respondents between the ages of eighteen and fifty, just 15 percent of women reported dissatisfaction with their partner’s penis size, while 45 percent of men wanted a larger penis. But it’s not

None of us are born with even the most rudimentary knowledge of alphabets, words, or grammar. Though the human brain springs from the womb well prepared for speech, like an aspiring diver in scuba gear, face mask, and wet suit poised on the edge of a dock, unless the brain plunges headlong into the ocean of language it will never learn how to talk.

All conscious beings share a common privilege. We are all hoping and suffering, recognizing and realizing, fearful and fervent. We are all cosmic weavers: the frog mind and the hummingbird mind and the chimpanzee mind pluck out kaleidoscopic snapshots of the universe’s unfolding within their resonance, knotting the ceaseless torrent of chaos into a prismatic tapestry

What is the original source of our sexual interests? How does the initial impulse to seek out “best romance novels” or “free gay video” get into our brain in the first place? One possibility is that our desire software is influenced by social stimuli. Maybe our brains are designed to sample our cultural environment—including messages communicated by our parents, our peers, and the media—then set our desires according to the examples dictated by these social inputs. How could we test this “social inputs” hypothesis? Here’s one possible experiment: we could try to use social inputs to intentionally engineer a person’s most fundamental sexual desires.

A mind is an activity. The mind has more in common with a basketball game than it does with a MacBook.

So far, all of the visual cues we’ve encountered draw a man’s attention to the female body. But not the penis. So why might the male organ captivate men’s attention? One possible explanation may lie with our primate cousins. Among New World monkeys, Old World monkeys, and the apes, the penis is a prominent and versatile social tool. The erect primate penis is used as a sign of male-

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