Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.

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.

The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

It is far easier for a woman to lead a blameless life than it is for a man; all she has to do is to avoid sexual intercourse like the plague.