Sylvie's knowledge, like Izzie's, was random yet far-ranging, 'The sign that one has acquired one's learning from reading novels rather than an education.

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.

She doesn't believe in dogs," Bridget said. "Dogs are hardly an article of faith," Sylvie said.

I think about death a lot, I really do, because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated thing. But I don't know, I mean, I want to come back as a tree but I suspect that it's just not going to happen, is it?

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

I spent four years doing a doctorate in postmodern American literature. I can recognize it when I see it.