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.
Joe HillInnocence ainโt all itโs cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they donโt know any better. Thatโs innocence
Joe Hill