Rubyfruit Jungle

by Rita Mae Brown

Moses took the Jews out of Egypt. Could he take Egypt out of the Jews? Only then can one be free.

him. To make him feel better, I gave him fifteen cents out of every day’s earnings.

“Look, Broccoli, what’s the big idea of letting Nancy touch you for free? That ought to be worth at least a dime.

Who cares how you get here? I don’t care. I really don’t care. I got myself born, that’s what counts. I’m here.

She gave him that line of crap about God and how we don’t know what his plans are because we are only people and people are morons compared to God Almighty.

“You can’t pee in front of little Lord Jesus, go back to the hills.”

For all our fights, there was no getting around the fact that Carrie wasn’t fooled by show and she regarded most of the world around her as a show for the rich at the expense of the poor.

“I don’t want to get out, I want to stay in here for ten years and play with your breasts.”

“We don’t look like men, but when women make love it’s commonly labeled lesbianism

“We fuck, if that’s what you’re after.”

There are so many queers in New York that one more wouldn’t rock the boat.

Finally I understood the quantum theory and Ralph understood the rise of Joseph Stalin.

A monstrous silver Persian, Gertrude Stein, greeted us at the door and she was pissed that Holly stayed out so late.

Instead she talked about Lévi-Strauss and structuralism and how she was getting into Susan Sontag’s work. But she wasn’t pretentious about it.

Now tell me what you do and all those things that one opens a conversation with. Then I’ll tell you what I do and we can move from there.”

Damn, you people are so bad off you got to have computers to match you up these days.”

“Would you like to come upstairs and look at my thesis? It was highly regarded at Harvard.”

“I’m going to be arrested for throwing an orgy at ninety-nine and I’m not growing old with anybody.