Black Rose

That woman doesn't have the sense God gave a retarded flea.

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

She kept to herself because solitude soothed her.

She could live her life alone if need be, but what did it prove? That she was self-sufficient, independent, strong, and able. She knew those things, had been those things—and would always be those things. And she could be courageous, too. Didn’t it take courage, wasn’t it harder to blend one life with another, to share and to cope, to compromise than to live that life alone? It was work to live with a man, to wake up every day prepared to deal with routine, and to be open to surprises. She’d never shied away from work. Marriage was a different kettle at this stage of life. There would be no babies made between them. But they could share grandchildren one day. They wouldn’t grow up together, but could grow old together. They could be happy.

I thought about hunting him down, beating the crap out of him.” “I'll hold your coat, then you can hold mine.

Obviously at wit’s end, he scrubbed his hands over his face. “Doesn’t your breed stop having birthdays at forty?” “We may stop counting, Dr. Carnegie, but that doesn’t mean we don’t expect an appropriate gift on the occasion.

John was coming home from his office in

Love is the biggest lie. He will fuck you, and use you, and cheat and lie. He will give you pain until you are hollow and empty, until you are dried up and ugly. And dead.

You have all you need. A home, children, work that satisfies you. What do you need with a man?

I don’t know if I’ve got it in me for another important relationship. They’re so much damn work. Love can be, should be, so consuming, so demanding. I just don’t know that I’ve got the stamina, or the heart, or the generosity.

My family’s just as important as yours, and I’ve got as much money and prestige.” “Money and prestige don’t buy good manners. You aren’t showing any at the moment.