He managed to make his request with the minimum of time given to speculating what she looked like naked, forgiving himself for the instant of fantasy by telling himself it was the curse of being male. In the presence of a beautiful woman, he had alwa...
The way we think may be completely different, but you and I are an ancient, archetypal couple, the original man and woman. We are the model for Adam and Eve. For all couples in love, there comes a moment when a man gazes at a woman with the very same...
A story once went the rounds of Israel to the effect that Ben-Gurion described me as 'the only man' in his cabinet. What amused me about is that he (or whoever invented the story) thought that this was the greatest compliment that could be paid to a ...
That is the injustice of a woman's lot. A woman has to bring up her children; and that means to restrain them, to deny them things they want, to set them tasks, to punish them when they do wrong, to do all the unpleasant things. And then the father, ...
You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to her ideas or actions — isn’t doing anyone any favors, least of all you. Insulting a woman’s looks when they have nothing to do with the issue at hand implies a la...
Long before I became a feminist in any explicit way, I had turned from writing love stories about women in which women were losers, and adventure stories about men in which the men were winners, to writing adventure stories about a woman in which the...
Joker: [shows up unexpectedly at Vicki's place] Miss me? Nice place you've got here. Lots of space. Uh, Vicki, we've really got to have a talk. I'm very upset. We were having dinner. I was a man doing well with a beautiful woman. And without so much ...
Old Woman: Some of those stars have been burnt out for a long, long time. They're dead, but once they were so bright that their light is still travelling through space. We can still see them. Thomas: How can you tell which one is dead and which one i...
The Hat: Eh. Huh? How's that for brainpower, eh? The Wiseman: Be quiet! So, young woman, the way forward is sometimes the way back. The Hat: Ah, nuts. The Wiseman: So, young woman, the way forward is sometimes the way back. The Hat: Heh, will you lis...
[the Comanchero leader has stopped his men from raping Laura Lee] Comanchero Leader: You damn fools! Ten Bears gonna want him a fresh woman. Fresh, that little gal will bring ten, maybe twelve horses. Now, if one of you has to, you can take that old ...
Moses: Would you bury the old woman alive in a tomb of rock? Yochabel: Wise and noble One, It caught. I have not the strength to free myself. Moses: Your shoulders should not bear a burden, old woman. Yochabel: The Lord has renewed my strength and li...
Young Jenny: There's leaches in there. Young Ed Bloom: Did you see that woman? Young Jenny: What did she look like? Young Ed Bloom: Well, she was, uh... Young Jenny: Was she naked? Young Ed Bloom: Yeah, she was. Young Jenny: It's not a woman. It's a ...
Large Woman: Start this train! Sundance Kid: Get back inside there, lady. Large Woman: Oh, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of anything! I'm a grandmother and a female and I've got my rights. You can bull all the others, but you can't bull me! I...
Sidney: The woman took a seat to reorganize, and Lucy cataloged an almost perfectly symmetrical face with cheekbones that could part hair. The woman's pale face hid underneath the lip-gloss and mascara that ran interference, distracting onlookers fro...
Martha Ridgley had been a single, working-class woman with no children or close family. Her killer had never been caught, and her case was eventually forgotten. But not by everyone—not by whoever had been paying the rent on Apartment #37 for over t...
I used to think if I could be free I should be the happiest woman," a young Mississippi woman recalled. "But when my master come to me, and says 'Lizzie, you is free!' it seems like I was in a kind of daze. And when I would wake up in the morning I w...
Talk helps shape one's thoughts.
To be unable to read was the ultimate measure of wretchedness.
Work is part of school.
The American dream is more about opportunity than anything else.
Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.
