It was not her virginity she treasured, but her right to herself, to her own mind and body.
And there are so much easier ways to destroy a woman. You don't have to rape or kill her; you don't even have to beat her. You can just marry her.
Pregnancy is the greatest training, disciplining device in the human experience.
When your body has to deal all day with shit and string beans, your mind does too.
Her life, from pregnancy on, was owned by another creature.
You had to act the way they expected you to act or they could keep the child of your own body and your own pain from you.
Her experience with cleaning was that it grew in direct parallel with wealth, and the only way to avoid it is to be born male or pay another woman to do it.
She hated this time of the day, she hated to cook. For herself, she would have been content with a cheese sandwich.
One thing that makes art different from life is that in art things have a shape; they have beginnings, middles, and endings. Whereas in life, things just drift along.
....In life one almost never has an emotion appropriate to an event. Either you don't know the event is occurring, or you don't know it's significance.
Sometimes I get as sick of writing this as you may be at reading this.
The problem with the great literature of the past is that it doesn't tell you how to live with real endings.
What actually happens is that you do get married or you don't, and you don't live happily ever after, but you do live.
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I've got this book, but haven't read it yet. I can see from the quotes you chosen that it's going to be very interesting.
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