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“I am the woman at the water’s edge, offering you oranges for the peeling, knife glistening in the sun. This is the scent and taste of my skin: citon and sweet. Touch me and your life will unfold before you, easily as this skirt billows then sinks, lapping against my legs, my toes filtering through the rivers silt. Following the current out to sea, I am the kind of woman who will come back to haunt your dreams, move through your humid nights the way honey swirls through a cup of hot tea”

“There it lay in the early sunshine of spring. It looked a town rather than a house, but a town built, not hither and thither, as this man wished or that, but circumspectly, by a single architect with one idea in his head. Courts and buildings, grey, red, plum colour, lay orderly and symmetrical; the courts were some of them oblong and some square; in this was a fountain; in that a statue; the buildings were some of them low, some pointed; here was a chapel, there a belfry; spaces of the greenest grass lay in between and clumps of cedar trees and beds of bright flowers; all were clasped — yet so well set out was it that it seemed that every part had room to spread itself fittingly — by the roll of a massive wall; while smoke from innumerable chimneys curled perpetually into the air. This vast, yet ordered building, which could house a thousand men and perhaps two thousand horses, was built, Orlando thought, by workmen whose names are unknown. Here have lived, for more centuries than I can count, the obscure generations of my own obscure family. Not one of these Richards, Johns, Annes, Elizabeths has left a token of himself behind him, yet all, working together with their spades and their needles, their love-making and their child-bearing, have left this. Never had the house looked more noble and humane.”

“A countdown was started on my local radio show to my 18th birthday — euphemistically the date that I would be legal to sleep with,” she said. “Movie reviewers talked about my budding breasts in reviews. I understood very quickly, even as a 13-year-old, that if I were to express myself sexually I would feel unsafe and that men would feel entitled to discuss and objectify my body to my great discomfort.”

“I was good at expressing my ambitions and my desires, my anger, and my joy, but despite that, I failed at expressing my loneliness. I always stood up for what I believed in. But I also wanted to be loved, and the sad truth is that, sometimes, if you are too independent, people believe you don’t need love. You have to pay the price for your independence. You can be right, but being right when you have no one on your side isn’t actually a win.”

“Trying to divert my mind, I look around the tiny living room. The peach of the faded wall reminds me why I hate the colour so much – it reminds me of this home and many other things. I avert my gaze and it lands on the wrinkled brown curtains with a tiny hole at the bottom. I wonder when was it washed last. The sofa set, the centre table, the diwan, everything needs a replacement. Even the memories.”

“The sunset looks so beautiful from here. Doesn’t it?” I asked. She looked at the setting sun far away with a sad smile. “Isn’t it strange how the world can see beauty in something that is losing itself to darkness?” I wasn’t sure if it was her husky voice or the depth of her words that pulled me to her. “What’s wrong with darkness?” I asked, sitting at a distance on the same boulder. Her deep hazel eyes narrowed on me before she diverted her attention back to the endless sea. “Probably nothing…” I thought that was it, but after a moment, she added, “as far as it’s not within us.”

“I am too ruined for the world.” You said once, and it broke my heart, because you were the purest person I had ever known. “Or maybe the world is too ruined for you,” I countered. You closed your eyes, absorbing my words. I saw the impact they had on you, as you whispered, hugging yourself, with a strange mix of pain and relief etched on your face, “I am not ruined.” Something had transformed in you when you finally opened your eyes and said, “I think I am falling in love.”

“Every woman should marry for her own advantage since her husband will represent her as visible as her front door[...] If she chooses a wastrel she will be avoidedd by all her neighbours as a poor woman; catch a duke and she will be Your Grace[...]. She can be pious, she can be learned she can be witty and wise and beautiful; but if she is married to a fool she will be that 'poor Mrs Fool' until the day he dies.”

“The fact that women tend to regard the most important decision of their lives as already made, once they have married, makes them readier than their husbands to settle down and sit still in the situations at which they have arrived. It contributes, that is, to the passivity which is so commonly taken as characteristic of women, and also to the conservatism expected of them.”

“The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity.”

“We of an older generation can get along with what we have, though with growing hardship; but in your full manhood and womanhood you will want what nature once so bountifully supplied and man so thoughtlessly destroyed; and because of that want you will reproach us, not for what we have used, but for what we have wasted...So any nation which in its youth lives only for the day, reaps without sowing, and consumes without husbanding, must expect the penalty of the prodigal whose labor could with difficulty find him the bare means of life.”

“Prostitution requires for its diminution not only laws, well enforced, to abolish the traffic in womanhood; not only better social protection against harpies who seduce young girls seeking an honest livelihood; not only better chaperonage of young girls in exposed occupations; not only better opportunities for natural enjoyment of youthful pleasure under morally safe conditions; not only these - but most of all, greater power on the part of the average young girl to earn her own support under right conditions and for a living wage.”

“Throughout this protracted and disgraceful assault on American womanhood, the clergy baptized each new insult and act of injustice in the name of the Christian religion, and uniformly asked God's blessing on proceedings that would have put to shame an assembly of Hottentots.”