She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.

girlsplease give yourbodies and yourlivestothe young menwhodeserve thembesidesthere isno wayI would welcometheintolerabledullsenseless hellyou would bringmeandI wish youluckin bedandoutbut notinminethankyou.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.

I don't know. It's been terribly hard for me. How do I know you won't do it again?''Nobody is ever quite sure of what they will do. You aren't sure what you might do.

Her one drink had Cecelia giggling and talking and she was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren't sure of was if we had any.