A full bosom is actually a millstone around a woman's neck: it endears her to the men who want to make their mammet of her, but sh...e is never allowed to think that their popping eyes actually see her. Her breasts ... are not parts of a person but lures slung around her neck, to be kneaded and twisted like magic putty, or mumbled and mouthed like lolly ices.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So by all means let's have a television show quick and long, even if the commercial has to be delivered by a man in a white coat w...ith a stethoscope hanging around his neck, selling ergot pills. After all the public is entitled to what it wants, isn't it? The Romans knew that and even they lasted four hundred years after they started to putrefy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have taken the ribbon from around my neck and hidden it somewhere on my person. If you find it, you can have it. You are free to... look for it any way you will, and I will think very little of you if you do not find it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had been sitting in my mother's house in a small town in Rhode Island watching the Miss America Pageant, as we always did. After... the telecast, I went into the kitchen with my bathrobe tied around by neck singing, "Therrrre She Is, Miss A-mer-i-caaa!" And that very next year I was there on that stage, with God knows how many people watching, and millions of seventeen-year-old women sitting in their living rooms watching the Miss America Pageant. Well, I was so emotionally touched by the whole moment that I was hysterical crying! That I was there, and that there were millions of people watching me, dreaming about doing it someday.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have no conscience, none, but I would not like to bring a soul into this world. When it sinned and when it suffered something li...ke a dead hand would fall on me,--"You did it, you, for your own pleasure you created this thing! See your work!" If it lived to be eighty it would always hang like a millstone round my neck, have the right to demand good from me, and curse me for its sorrow. A parent is only like to God: if his work turns out bad so much the worse for him; he dare not wash his hands of it. Time and years can never bring the day when you can say to your child, "Soul, what have I to do with you?"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At first your mother said . . . why me! why me! But she got over that. Now she enjoys... her dull daily care and her hectic bravery. You do not love anyone. She is not growing a boy; she is enlarging a stone to wear around her neck.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of th...ese little ones.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tired, she looked up the path... her lover would take as far as her eyes could see. On the roads, traffic ceased at the end of day as night slid over the sky. The traveller's pained wife took a single step towards home, said, "Could he not have come at this instant?" and quickly craning her neck around, looked up the path again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »