Inside the peach, there is a stone.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

Never mind. Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of us aas real girls, real flesh and blood, real pain, real injustice. That might be too upsetting. Just discard the sordid part. Consider us pure symbol. We're no more real than money.

This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.

In the animal world individuals cheat, as do we.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.