“Saying she doesn't mind being alone… that she's alright… There isn't a person alive who'd really feel that way!”

“My baby is alright,
She doesn't mind a bit of dirt,
She says 'Horror vampire bat bite, sex vampire, how I wish those bats would bite',
Woooooah! Bite! Bite! Release the bats!”

“Saying what you really feel isn't being rude. It's called being real.”

“Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.”

“If a woman isn't being hazed, she's not being tested; therefore, she is not being trusted.”

“You may as well know, Philip — you'll soon find out, anyhow — the truth is she will flirt with any man that she doesn't actively dislike. She's so brimful of life she can't hold herself in — or she won't, rather; she says there's no harm in it, and she doesn't care if there is. Before her marriage she didn't go on in that way, but since it turned out badly she has been simply uncivilized on that point. And her being perfectly clear-headed about it makes it so much worse.”

“She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind”

“She alone spoke the truth; to her alone could he speak it. That was the source of her everlasting attraction for him, perhaps; she was a person to whom one could say what came into one's head.”

“She isn't my wife, really. We just have some kids.
No. No kids. Sometimes, though, it feels as if we had kids.”

“All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.”