Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with

The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.