Quotes from Rachel Ingalls

Why do you call him a monster?" "Well, an eight-foot tall green gorilla with web feet and bug eyes—what would you call him? A well-developed frog? Not exactly an Ivy-league type, anyway.'" "I've met plenty of Ivy-leaguers I'd call monsters.

There, up in the sky, she noticed for the first time a gigantic mounded cloud, as large and elaborately moulded as a baroque opera house and lit from below and at the sides by pink and creamy hues. It sailed beyond her, improbable and romantic, following in the blue sky the course she was taking down below. It seemed to her that it must be a good omen.

Sweep everything under the rug for long enough, and you have to move right out of the house.

I bitterly resent all that wasted time. And what I resent most of all is that the ones I did get never, never looked like the Greek statues." "The Greek-statue types may have been too busy going out with other boys to notice you.

An exhaustion came over her: the artificial weariness enforced upon someone who has many capabilities and is consistently prevented from using any of them.

If we all only owned the things we needed! You don't understand the nature of desire.

After the marriage, Edward changed along with everything else. The barriers came up all around her. Where once, on the outside, she had felt shut out of their exclusive family, now--on the inside--she was debarred from the rest of the world.

She came back into the kitchen fast, to make sure that she caught the toasting cheese in time. And she was halfway across the checked linoleum floor of her nice safe kitchen, when the screen door opened and a gigantic six-foot-seven-inch frog-like creature shouldered its way into the house and stood stock-still in front of her, crouching slightly, and staring straight at her face.

For a long while after her own divorce, Estelle had strongly urged Dorothy to follow suit. She had been particularly persistent, Dorothy thought, because she wanted the companionship of a similar destiny, as newly-married women want all their friends to be married, too. Or women newly become mothers, Dorothy remembered, who urge motherhood on others.

But we didn't love each other," he said matter-of-factly. It upset her to hear him say it. Someone should love her. Even her children-- they needed her, but she was the one who did the loving.

But when they got to the room...he thought how stupid it was not to realize what it would be like: the sprung, creaky bed, sheets that hadn't been changed from the time before, and the woman herself as she undressed and the clothes came away like the store wrapping on an uncooked chicken, a large piece of meat sitting down on the bed and nothing to do with him.

There are so many different attitudes, like different lives, in a face and in a body. So many lines and forms, so many strengths and weaknesses. The expression of health, of nervousness, even the expression of truth, are things you can look at. How long it takes to know them all. And you never do, not completely. A body or face is never the same even in a single day. And the mind, that's even more difficult.

Drugs," Estelle said. "Money and drugs, and that's the history of civilization.

I can't imagine living in a different time," Estelle said. "Not in the future, and certainly not in the past. Can you?

Still, people would notice a man with a green head. I guess I should get you a wig." "Good. I think I'll try a different colour every night.

Perhaps, like her, laboratory rats took a pride in solving the puzzles scientists set them. The pleasures of obsession.

But he never came.

I think we're too unhappy to get a divorce.

You don't understand the nature of desire.