“When women let their hair down, it means either sexiness or craziness or death, the three by Victorian times having become virtually synonymous.”

“Let's have a good clean three-legged death race.”

“I been watchin' you, workin day and night, slavin so hard you barely have time to catch your breath. People do that for three reasons. Either they crazy, or stupid, or tryin' to forget.”

“create a totally androgynous (and manipulable) world where men and women would become virtually indistinguishable.”

“I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess.”

“Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down”

“My hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.”

“When he comes to me, I am ready.
I’ll wash his feet with my hair if he needs,
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain.
Even after three times, he betrays me.
I’ll bring him down, bring him down, down,
A king with no crown, king with no crown.”

“Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.”

“That makes no sense,” I said.
“This is the Victorian era,” she said. “Women didn’t have to make sense.”