“One of the abiding mysteries of my life is the fact that lipstick disappears from my mouth five minutes after I put it on. I’m in awe of women who are always––always––lipstick intact, even during and after meals. I guess I’m a chronic lip-biter, lip-licker and mouth-wiper. But since I found out that the average woman eats nine pounds of lipstick in her lifetime, I can’t bring myself to reapply that often. Whatever chemicals they’ve added to make a lipstick long-wearing, I’d just swallow those too.”

“For I conclude that the enemy is not lipstick, but guilt itself; that we deserve lipstick, if we want it, AND free speech; we deserve to be sexual AND serious--or whatever we please; we are entitled to wear cowboy boots to our own revolution.”

“I think they put some lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig.”

“A dream is just a nightmare with lipstick.”

“Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God's final word on where your lips end.”

“There are women in my closet, hanging on the hangers. a different woman for each suit, each dress, each pair of shoes. I hoard clothes. My makeup spills from the bathroom drawers, and there are different women for different lipsticks.”

“She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.”

“You can put lipstick on a pig. It's still a pig.”

“She'd wear shades of lipstick you'd expect to see around the base of a penis.”

“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together.”