Festina Lente (Hurry in slowly)

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

You are a total stranger and you want to take my library book.

When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.

I've noticed Dracula was often as practical a fellow as he was a nasty one.

It's a shame for women's history to be all about men--first boys, then other boys, then men men men. It reminds me of the way our school history textbooks were all about wars and elections, one war after another, with the dull periods of peace skimmed over whenever they occurred. (Our teachers deplored this and added extra units about social history and protest movements, but that was still the message of the books.)

I believe in walking out of a museum before the paintings you've seen begin to run together. How else can you carry anything away with you in your mind's eye?