Quotes from Judith Rossner

When she was naked she generally found her body rather beautiful, although she could never in a million years have admitted this to anyone. In clothes, in front of other people, she felt ashamed of her weight, her sloppiness, always something, but it was more because of what she felt they saw when they looked at her. Now

Sexually he was like a dose of anesthetic, he made her go dead all over, but he was so nice!

She felt as though she'd acquiesced in her own rape ...

The strangest thing was that she was feeling very sexy. It couldn't be him; it must be the drinks. She really felt like crawling into bed with someone. She looked at the bartender. That was who she'd really like to get into bed with. The bartender. Or Carter. Or— Suddenly

The truth was that the new woman's movement made her uncomfortable. ... she was upset by the stridency of much of it. The demands. It seemed that men must surely dislike women who were so demanding.

It was like I wasn't thinking. I swear to God. It was like someone else was doing it. I remember I'm looking down at her just before I bring it down and I'm looking at her face . . . she's so scared . . . but it's like I had nothing to do with it. It's like I'm a million miles away.

Can we be just friends?, she asked tentatively. I thought we were friends, he said. You know what I mean. I choose not to know what you mean. How can you choose not to know what you know? she asked sulkily. How can you choose not to talk about what you feel? If I don't talk about it, I don't feel it. Fine. Then let's not talk about just being friends. -- Looking for Mr. Goodbar

Love this quotation I just read: "Ciao," the girl said. Fuck you, ciao. Ciao was the way Katherine and her friends said good-bye and it always struck her as a perfect symbol of their attempts to be what they weren't.

He smiled. 'Now I have you in a cage.And whenever I want you,I'll take you out, and when I've done with you, I'll set you back in.

She wondered if he would try to make love to her and if he did, whether she would let him. It was hard to refuse if someone really wanted to, She tried to remember how she had refused someone in the past and then realized that she couldn't remember because she had never actually done it.

It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time. It's harder to stay where you are than to get out. For everyone but you, that is.

It's astonishing what some women will put up with just to have a warm body. Some of the brightest women I know are just obsessed with that search. It's very sad.

It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time. It's harder to stay where you are than to get out. For everyone but you, that is.

It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullsh.. about loving somebody for the rest of your life?