It's been said that the men in my books have been absent, or weak, or creepy.

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 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?

I was on the verge of something numinous and profound and in one more second the universe was going to crack open and arcana would rain down on my head like grace and all the cosmic mysteries were going to be revealed.

He was born a politician. No, Ursula thought, he was born a baby, like everyone else. And this is what he has chosen to become.

What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

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