The suffragettes didn’t starve themselves for the vote so that you girls could starve yourselves for a man.[—Ellen’s godmother Mel]
The only woman who deserved a philandering husband was a philandering wife.
The medications, the hormones, and the relentless frustration of our lives make us b**chy, and you’re not allowed to be b**chy in public or people won’t like you.
The bills would keep on coming, no matter what else was happening in your life and that was good because it gave you a purpose. You worked so you could pay them. You rested on the weekends and generated more bills. Then you went back to work to pay for them. That was the reason for getting up tomorrow. That was the meaning of life.
Sometimes a girl has to stop waiting around and come up with her own fairytale ending.
Relationships don’t stay the same. There isn’t time.
Reading a novel was like returning to a once-beloved holiday destination.
Raising awareness. It’s a good thing. Makes people think twice.
Pride comes before someone trips you flat on your face.
Parents take far too much notice of their children these days. Bring back the good old days of benign indifference.
Opinions were for other people. It was fascinating how upset they got about them.
Only a man could come up with something so ruthless: so essentially stupid and yet brutally effective.