Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.

Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.

Make sure the lubricant is unscented. Don't join fashionable 'schools of thought.' Read everything.

I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.

But it makes an immigrant laugh to hear the fears of the nationalist, scared of infection, penetration, miscegenation, when this is small fry, peanuts, compared to what the immigrant fears - dissolution, disappearance.

The object of the passion is just an accessory to the passion itself.

I'm just interested in women's friendships generally. It always seems to me, and this is just my pet theory, that women are kind of at the sharp end of capitalism one way or another. Mainly because they buy everything. In a practical sense, women buy most things. They're always comparing - to friends, to famous people, to other people. An obsessive act of comparison.