“I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description”
“Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere.”
“My parents are going to kill me!""That seems rather harsh...”
“I am not quite sure of being a man: I never found it very difficult. It seemed to me that you had only to let yourself alone.”
“I am a poster child with no poster”
“Oh, but I am quite resigned to taking second place in the shadow of my husband. I am humbly aware that the wife of a great man has to be contented with reflected glory - don't you think so Miss Taggart?" "No," said Dagny, "I don't.”