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“‘And that night while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores . . .’” “Is that poetry you’re talking?” “Walt Whitman.
“There’s not much to life, is there? Sometimes you just have to grab it, because you don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.”
Anyone who gives a lot of money to the poor must have robbed them first . . . poverty is only the result of the workers not getting proper reward for their labor.”
“Have you heard of Madame Ballanskaya?” Kitty shook her head. “She’s like a Russian Emmeline Pankhurst, I guess. She has radical ideas about family and marriage and society,
History tells us that revolution is not an isolated event because it is not about overthrowing governments, it is about spreading new ideas.”
Western women are not just enslaved by men, they are enslaved by their own minds.”
changing laws is nothing. To really bring about revolution we must change the way that people think.”
“Bolshevism believes that marriage, even the traditional family unit, is a pillar of our oppressive past. Under Communism, men and women will work for society, and in turn they are supported by society. Children will be wards of the state, not belong to their families. That is the only way men and women can free themselves of the oppressive system.”
“Nothing goes without saying, Lincoln. You’re a writer; you should know that.”
She had always vowed that this would never happen to her; she thought about her father, always so sorry after he’d done something when he was drunk, always swore he’d never do it again. Now here she was herself, like her mother, betrayed by being in love with a man.
“You do the little that you can, then you go home and live your life. You can’t spend your whole life going up and down the same beach. Otherwise it never ends.” “I just want to count for something before I’m done.” “You do count, to me.” He stepped closer. “You can’t change the world, Kitty. Best you can do is change yourself.”
God you’re a sight for sore eyes. I’ve missed you so much.”
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you may be my poem. I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.’”
“To have a dream broken, first you have to touch it. It’s no bad thing to be disillusioned. It meant what you dreamed about in the first place was just that, an illusion and nothing else.”
“Anything worth dying for is worth living for.”
Tom Doyle was the real cause she never gave up on. Yes, she had loved Lincoln in her way, she supposed, but she suspected now that she had only been with him to prove to Tom that she deserved him. Her writing for lost causes was the ladder, and there Tom was waiting at the very top, with his stethoscope and his nice suit and his lovely smile, his arms wide. And when she finally stepped on that top rung, it would mean she was worthy of him.
“I’ve drunk French champagne in a speakeasy and water out of a horse trough in Poland, and the thing that matters is not what I’m drinking but who I’m drinking with.”
