“They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.”

“Learn her skills, honor her sword, and keep her secrets.”

“She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.”

“No woman ever hates a man
for being in love with her;
but mainly a woman hates a
man for being her friend.”

“Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.”

“I hated to leave her and I hated to
be near her,
because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.”

“Miss Rasmussen made a welded sculpture. Her statues were—as she would say, smiling—untouched by human hands; and they looked it. You could tell one from another, if you wanted to, but it was hard to want to. You felt, yawning: It’s ugly, but is it Art?
Miss Rasmussen also designed furniture, but people persisted in sitting down in her sculpture, and in asking “What is that named?” of her chairs. This showed how advanced her work was, and pleased her; yet when she laughed to show her pleasure, her laugh sounded thin and strained.”

“I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.”

“India will have to hang down her head in shame if even one person is left who is said in any way to be untouchable.”

“And he hated himself and hated her, too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.”