“Friends and acquaintances in this day and age don't write at all, or if they do it's only to let you know they're still alive,which explains the craze for greeting cards of all kinds!”

“There's all kinds of love in the world, and not all of it looks like the stuff in greeting cards.”

“(About her brief experience writing greeting cards...) I even wrote for a greeting card company -- for about a month. A family friend asked me to do it, but I hated it. Hated it. I told her I'd rather wear hats. Fortunately, she laughed. ”

“I don't like relationships, though. I mean, it is nice and all, but I prefer to be the friend. I don't know why. They're kind of exhausting.”

“I could lie there as long as I wanted, and let all the pictures of things a man might want run through my head, coffee, a girl, money, a drink, white sand and blue water, and let them all slide off, one after another, like a deck of cards slewing slowly off your hand. Maybe the things you want are like cards. You don't want them for themselves, really, though you think you do. You don't want a card because you want the card, but because in a perfectly arbitrary system of rules and values and in a special combination of which you already hold a part the card has meaning. But suppose you aren't sitting in a game. Then, even if you do know the rules, a card doesn't mean a thing. They all look alike.”

“A familiar Gusism was to greet a friend with 'Hello, don't be a cunt all yer life.”