Stephen Moyer Quotes

I like a strong male, a strong man. I like strong men.

I love men. They are intelligent and sensitive, but there's also that hard-edged arrogant side, which is just so attractive.

When I was a child, my father taught me to put up my fists like a boy and to be prepared to defend myself at all times.

Yeah, I have a tough-girl image.

I like my men to be manly, as you'll see from my books.

Men have a psychological need to show off their courage and strength. When he sees you talking to another guy, that instinct kicks in and he jumps to protect you and prove he's worthy of your love.

Society says that men need to be bigger and stronger, and they must protect their women and so on.

I've always maintained that men were more romantic than women.

Nobody picks on a strong man.

I don't want any man I can run over. What I love about a man in control is it allows them to be the kings that I always expect them to be.

I'm used to being the big tough guy, the bodyguard type.

I like songs that make me feel tough. Like 'Back in Black.' You want to hear it again and get in a fight.

I'm a hopeless 19th-century romantic.

Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.

Let's face it: Some of us need our burly men to come rescue us.

Without sounding sexist, you have to cast a real man opposite Cate Blanchett. You need a guy who's grown up.

I'm used to big boys. I train with big boys all the time.

It's instinct: Men love to feel like they take care of you. Knowing you feel protected makes his ego grow two sizes bigger.

Nobody needs to worry about my toughness.

I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone.

The Older I grow, the more everything seems to me to lie in manliness. This is my new gospel

I'm the stuff men are made of!

The best lightning rod for your protection is your own spine.

All male friendships are essentially quixotic: they last only so long as each man is willing to polish the shaving-bowl helmet, climb on his donkey, and ride off after the other in pursuit of illusive glory and questionable adventure.

I'm just getting better and better. It's just like a bunch of worker bees protecting the king bee, because I'm not a queen bee. I'm a king bee.