Jack

“I often think about bachelors, a life of pure decision, of thoughtful calculations, of every inclination honored. They go about on their own, nicely accompanied in their singularity by the companion of possibility. For cannot any man, young or old, rich or poor, turn a few corners and bump into marriage?”
― Elizabeth Hardwick

“It is well known that women carry poison in their pockets. Did you expect a gun? A woman with a gun would be just another policeman. We fall in love with the convicts, remember that. Policemen marry girls from the neighborhood, high school looms over their unions, the first uniform is her prom dress and his black bow tie and white shirt. But the girls are thinking of poison, thinking of poison as the lights go out on the dresser where the revolver has been placed with care for the night. The black shoes, the fine, thick serge of the coat, shoulders and thighs of stallions. And the policemen are usually shot down by someone out of shape, thin, thin, nothing but living bones. Remember that.”
― Elizabeth Hardwick

“-and he flew in to her from the clutter of Somerville, the compost heap behind the Harvard Yard.”
― Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights

“A fat servant is not much of a man. A beaten servant is a great man, because in his breast freedom has its home.”
― Halldór Laxness, Iceland's Bell