“ Casting my own eye down Fifth Avenue as my belly swelled, I would register with incredulity: Every one of these people came from a woman's cunt. Lionel Shriver
“ Wasn't there only one respectable memento of a man worth keeping, the kind that draws Valentines and learns to spell Mississippi? Lionel Shriver
“ Outside, she thought that there ought to be a word for it: the air temperature that was perfectly neither hot nor cold. One degree lower, and she might have felt a faint misgiving about not having bro… Lionel Shriver
“ Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story. Lionel Shriver
