Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done - cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging - sometimes almost made being a woman fun.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.