It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unacceptable.

Prohibition? I drink to its health whenever I can.

She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of it. Still, she didn’t want to seem like an easy mark. “If you must know, I’ve come to join a convent,” Evie said, testing him.

There is a dualism inherent in democracy--opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes a great deal of energy.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.