Naoise Dolan

In Russia, Edith had said, you could get Putin’s face on anything. Vodka, bread, you name it. In Hong Kong, the same was true of Hello Kitty.

I’d say, it’s like English grammar. It doesn’t make sense but it’s too late to change it.

Not all women idly contemplated whether their partners wanted to murder them and whether the prospect appealed, and if they did it was society that was sick, not them.