Feminism has had exactly the same problem that "political correctness" has had: people keep using the phrase without really knowing what it means.
And every book, you find, has its own social group--friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.
She is a famous artists' model who claims to have been christened Topaz - even if this is true there is no law to make a woman stick to a name like that.
I'll take my chances. It has you." And when a great man says something smart like that a smart woman just shuts up.
May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity— a virtuous woman. Anything, Devil, but that.
Lucy had to guard her reputation - her reputation for sanity - the way that a woman a hundred years before would have had to guard her reputation for virtue.
The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.
To be the other woman is to be a season that is always about to end, when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach, and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane.
That is my job, right? To comfort him. To keep the portrait of what he left behind intact. Isn't that a woman's duty during wartime?
To the woman in the restaurant today, the doll in her arms was the real child who still lived in her memories.
Even gods decay. Like, in 1890 somebody sold off thousands of mummified Ancient Egyptian sacred cats - _for fertilizer_. Get the point? Constancy isn't.
A woman's love can be violent. Sometimes they hurt a man worse than they think they have, worse than they mean to. Sometimes, they're even sorry afterwards.
This woman is my salvation. She is my anchor in this world. “My angel,” I whisper to her, reminding her who she is to me.
With one kiss, my life had been altered. It would follow a different path now. One where a woman owned my heart.
I had no desire to hear another woman tell my boyfriend how hot he was. If I wanted him to know, I'd damn well tell him myself.
I have been crying," she replied, simply, "and it has done me good. It helps a woman you know, just as swearing helps a man.
But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?
It is said a virtuous woman is worth more than rubies. But I believe many men discover the hard way that virtue, like beauty, is often in the eye of the beholder.
Sex only makes people more like themselves. A powerful, secretive woman becomes only more powerful and more secretive in the throes of passion.
Oh,' she says, 'the Vat prints nothing but rapes. You know what a rape usually is? It's a woman who changed her mind afterward.
Put McCall and I together and nothing can stop us." ... That's what he wanted. A woman to stand by him and conquer whatever they set their mind to.
