Цитаты из книг — Армистед Мопин

I think about [marriage] every time I see a new face. I got married four times today on the 41 Union bus.

Once a morning, she sat perfectly still at her desk, closed her eyes, and uttered the brave new litany of the seventies: “Today is the first day of the rest of my life.”

'Well, act like it, then! You can't just… run away from your family and friends to go live with a bunch of hipies and mass murderers!' 'You've been wathing too much TV'. 'O.K… then what about The Horoscope?' 'What?' 'The Horoscope. That crazy man. The killer'. 'Mom… The Zodiac'. 'Same difference. And what about……

A mess who traveled was, ultimately, just a traveling mess. Travel might be broadening for a while, but sooner or later it just narrowed your illusions about what you could be.

The trouble is Michael wants everyone to like him. He works at it way too hard. He’s spent so much time being a good little boy that he’s never figured out which people aren’t worth it.

He had learned several interesting things about pornography. Namely: (1) it wore out; (2) it reactivated itself if you looked at it upside down; and (3) you could recycle it if you put it away for several months.

Like other things about her, Mary Ann's menstrual cycle was so regular that Mussolini might have included it on his train schedules. When the world was going to hell in a handbasket and chaos ruled the day, she could always count on the prompt arrival of her period — or, as her mother had once explained it, “the bloody…

You can have a hot lover, a hot job and a hot apartment, but you can’t have all three at the same time.

“There’s a theory,” said Anna, handing him a cup of tea as she climbed back into bed, “that we are all Atlanteans.” “Who?” “Us. San Franciscans.” [...] “Well … in one of our last incarnations, we were all citizens of Atlantis. All of us. You, me, Frannie, DeDe, Mary Ann. [...] We all lived in this lovely, enlightened…

How many times now had she threatened to go home to Cleveland? How many times had the lure of family china and split-level security beckoned her from the slopes of this beautiful volcano? Would she ever stop feeling like a colonist on the moon? Or would she wake up one morning to find herself a cloth-coated old lady,…

It’s much easier not to be threatened by your lover’s exes if you don’t want to fuck them yourself.

She meant there were good homosexuals and bad homosexuals, and she would never think of me as a bad one. My parents, I remembered, had once categorized black folks in much the same way. They didn’t disapprove of all Negroes. Just the uppity ones. The ones who insisted on special rights.

“Have nothing in your houses,” William Morris decreed, “that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful”.

«Michael wondered why old men take such a long time to give directions. Was it senility or a yearning for company? Or just the unexpected exhilaration of feeling useful again?»

«The thing about the sixties,” said DeDe, feeling older by the minute, “is that it wasn’t so much a time as it was … a transformational experience. Some people did it then. Others waited until later.»