“I know what it's like when people go away. It's agony for a week, then painful for a week, then you begin to forget, and then it seems as it never happened, it happened to someone else, and you start shrugging. You say, dingo, it's life, that's the way the things are. Stupid things like that. As if you haven't really lost something for ever.”

“It's like being halfway through the book. I can't just throw it in the dustbin.”

“Victims?" "Whatever you call people who are made to suffer without being given the choice.""That sounds like an excellent definition of man.”

“Utram bibis? Aquam an undam?What are you drinking? The water or the wave?”

“Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them. In it they can reduce women to the status of objects. That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see relationships between objects. Whether the objects need each other, love each other, match each other. It is an extra dimension of feeling we men are without and one that makes war abhorrent to all real women - and absurd. I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships.”

“Ever read this?""Let's cut corners. To hell with literature. You're clever and I'm beautiful. Now let's talk about who we really are.”

“He said, it's rather like your voice. You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts. It's what distinguishes all great art from the other kind.”