“Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.”

“She was a grown up now, and she discovered that being a grown up was not quite what she had suspected it would be when she was a child. She had thought then that she would make a conscious decision one day to simply put her toys and games and little make-believes away. Now she discovered that was not what happened at all. Instead, she discovered, interest simply faded. It became less and less and less, until a dust of years drew over the bright pleasures of childhood, and they were forgotten”

“In general she had found that the main drawback in being a man was that conversations were less interesting. ”

“They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.”

“She would see it as betrayal. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me”