“A lot of women want children.”“Right,” he said, coughing on the word. “Of course. But… don‟t you think you might want a husband first?”“Of course.”

“People think that you are a nasty, selfish person if you don`t want to have children.”

“I want to look after you, no because you need it. Of course, you can look after yourself. You´ve been doing a damn good job of it since you were a little girl. But you don´t have to be alone anymore. You have me now.”

“You know, I think it's important to keep a balance in things. Yeah, balance, that's the right word. Cause the guy who wants too much risks losing absolutely everything. Of course, the one who wants too little from life, might not get anything at all.”

“Here's the progression. Feminism won; you can have it all; of course you want children; mothers are better at raising children than fathers; of course your children come first; of course you come last; today's children need constant attention, cultivation, and adoration, or they'll become failures and hate you forever; you don't want to fail at that; it's easier for mothers to abandon their work and their dreams than for fathers; you don't want it all anymore (which is good because you can't have it all); who cares about equality, you're too tired; and whoops--here we are in 1954.”

“Are you okay?' she asked me.Of course,' I said. 'Why wouldn't I be okay?'There are lots of reasons why you might not be okay.'There are lots of reasons why anyone might not be okay,' I said.”