No matter what affronts of youthful insolence he had to face in his day, he'd still have that: he was a man taken care of by a woman.

From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.

I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.

Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?

The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.

The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.

Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

A woman without a man -- a condition of 'manlessness' -- is defined as alone. But a single mother is less alone than the average housewife.