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Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxipad commercial, Windex commercial. You'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

"Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without."
[...] At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

If he wants me broken, then I will have to be whole.

The doctor wagged a finger at her. "You should be grateful your surgeons took such care."
"I'm sure I'll feel much more grateful when I find a guy who thinks complex wiring in a girl is a turn-on."

I am not a story, Mr Foe. I may impress you as a story because I began my account of myself without preamble, slipping overboard into the water and striking out for the shore. But my life did not begin in the waves. (...) All of which makes up a story I do not choose to tell. I choose not to tell it because to no one, not even to you, do I owe proof that I am a substantial being with a substantial history in the world. I choose not to tell of the island (...) for I am a free woman who asserts her freedom by telling her story according to her own desire.

After a certain age men often treat their mothers as if they were small children and they are wrong. Mothers, literate and illiterate, can take everything.

The other day Andrea asked me how we first met - you and I. And I told her. Now I want to tell you. We can change it, if you like. The past is the one thing we are not prisoners of. We can do with the past exactly what we wish. What we can't do is to change its consequences. Let's make the past together.

We cannot shrink in disgust from our neighbour's touch because his hands, that are clean now, were once dirty.

In that second she saw that she could bear anything, but only if no one knew that she had anything to bear.

For the first time she suffered and rebelled because she was unable to disregard the burden of race. It was, she cried silently, enough to suffer as a woman, an individual, on one's own account, without having to suffer for the race as well. It was a brutality, and undeserved.

So many things were testing his faith. There was the Bible, of course, but the Bible was a book, and so were Black House, Treasure Island, Ethan Frome and The Last of the Mohicans. Did it indeed seem probable, as he had once overheard Dunbar ask, that the answers to the riddles of creation would be supplied by people too ignorant to understand the mechanics of rainfall?

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.

"(...) A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
Yossarian knew what he meant.
"That's not what I meant," Doc Daneeka said, as Yossarian began scratching his back.

He remembered - and it was his only clear memory of the whole day - sitting between his mother and father, wondering how come both he and Ben had died, but only Ben had a casket.