“I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.”
“You think I'm pretty?" I ask. "We need to stop talking," he says a little gruffly. "We're scaring the fish off." "Okay, okay." I bite my lip, then smile.”
“What is your definition of skank?' I ask.'A skank fucks skeezas she barely knows.”
“I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.”
“When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?”
“-Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life?-I don't think we ever talk about anything else.”