“Sometimes I think I’m still a child trapped in a woman’s body.”
“I know I experience great consolation when my mouth is between a woman’s legs. I think it must be because I’m drinking in her happiness.”
“The child is in me still and sometimes not so still.”
“You think this is a trap then?" the Count asked. "I always think everything is a trap until proven otherwise," the Prince answered. "Which is why I'm still alive.”
“All you men still have the Victorian hangover. I suppose you think woman’s place is in the home, too?” “Not my home.”
“—You have never known a Woman’s body!—I have known the body of my mother, sick and then dying.”