She greeted Miss Lonelyhearts, then took hold of her husband and shook the breath out of him. When he was quiet, she dragged him into their apartment. Miss Lonelyhearts followed and as he passed her in the dark foyer, she goosed him and laughed.

I've never seen someone beaten unconscious before. That’s lesbians for you.

I'm fitting the ship for a summer sail home.

Her granddaughter and great-granddaughter went with us as chaperones. Did I ever tell you that she had six grands and two great-grands? […] And Emily agrees with me it's a shame that I don't even have a grand.