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She turned back to me, graceful as a big cat, straight and proud, not quite smiling, her warm dark eyes as curious as if she had never seen a man before. I knew damn well I ought to say something, but what? The only thing to say was “Will you marry me?” but that wouldn’t do because the idea of her washing dishes or darning socks was preposterous. Rex Stout
She knew this music--knew it down to the very core of her being--but she had never heard it before. Unfamiliar, it had still always been there inside her, waiting to be woken. It grew from the core of mystery that gives a secret its special delight, religion its awe. It demanded to be accepted by simple faith, not dissected or questioned, and at the same time, it begged to be doubted and probed. Charles de Lint
She was reflecting back on a truth she had learned over the years: that people heard what they wanted to hear, saw what they wanted, believed what they wanted. Jeffery Deaver
She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. Virginia Woolf
She thinks about the other prostitutes who work with her. She thinks about her mother and her friends. They all believe that man feels desire for only eleven minutes a day, and that they’ll pay a fortune for it. That’s not true; a man is also a woman; he wants to find someone, to give meaning to his life. Paulo Coelho
She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free. James Joyce
She had in point of fact by now made up her mind to accept it, but she well knew that men like to think they decide matters for themselves. W. Somerset Maugham
She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in. Charles de Lint
She had originally agreed to appear naked, but on seeing the cars informed me that she would only appear topless—an interesting logic was at work there. J. G. Ballard
Zora Neale Hurston quote: "She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how..."
She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them. Zora Neale Hurston
She was one of those people who was born for the greatness of a single love, for exaggerated hatred, for apocalyptic vengance, and for the most sublime forms of heroism but she was unable to shape her fate to the dimensions of her amorous vocation, so it was lived out as something flat and gray trapped between her mother's sickroom walls, wretched tenements, and the tortured confessions with which this large, opulent, hot-blooded woman made for maternity, abundance, action, and ardor- was... Isabel Allende
Barbara Kingsolver quote: "She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't."
She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't. Barbara Kingsolver
Michael Cunningham quote: "she is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted..."
she is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric. Michael Cunningham
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream? L. M. Montgomery
She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious. John Crowley

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