“My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He’ll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He’ll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, — And I wish somebody’d shoot him.”

“Foolish men always believe that a little knowledge will give them control over the world, but it is no more than a display of their vanity.”

“It was ironic, but when you scratched the surface, most successful men were working for one thing only–to retire–and the sooner the better. Whereas women were the complete opposite. She had never heard a woman say she was working so she could retire to a desert island or to live on a boat. It was probably, she thought, because most women didn’t think they deserved to do nothing.”

“Moving forward implies MOTION when in all actuality it may be simply standing STILL and seeing the salvation of the Lord.”

“Women are secretive about the bad things that happen in their lives and that’s what kills the society. They always want to be seen good, successful and happy.”

“A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.”

“No wonder male religious leaders so often say that humans were born in sin—because we were born to female creatures. Only by obeying the rules of the patriarchy can we be reborn through men. No wonder priests and ministers in skirts sprinkle imitation birth fluid over our heads, give us new names, and promise rebirth into everlasting life.”

“A man once asked me … how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends? I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five. “Well,” said the man, “I shouldn’t have expected a woman (meaning me) to have been able to make it so convincing.” I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over. One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.”

“Yes, it’s a well-known fact about you: you’re like death, you take everything.”

“Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.”

“A lot of men wouldn’t like being called a romantic. It’s not macho enough.’Quite often men are fools.”

“Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.”

“A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.”

“Men should think twice before making widowhood women’s only path to power.”

“I accept the idea of helping men, and of being cherished by them. I’ve always had that feeling. If I could have my life over I suppose I would have been happiest being someone’s second-in-command. Lieutenant to a really great man – that’s my idea of happiness.”