“ ... With a slight miscalculated leap cleared to the iron picket fence. Put the fear of God into me, picket fences and balls don't mix. J.P. Donleavy
“ Revenge is what I want. Nothing but pure unadulterated revenge. But my mother brought me up to be a lady. J.P. Donleavy
“ Ginny Cupper took me in her car out to the spread fields of Indiana. Parking near the edge of woods and walking out into the sunny rows of corn, waving seeds to a yellow horizon. She wore a white blou… J.P. Donleavy
“ She thought too that women didn't know what to do with themselves these days which could turn them into harridans. Hardly a female friend she knew wasn't miserable. Either mind dumb with children, or… J.P. Donleavy
