“"Then why don't you make a world of your own?"
"Tired of friends. The thing is to have sycophants."
Nicole tried to force the minute hand around on the station clock, but, "You agree?" he demanded. "I am a woman and my business is to hold things together."
"My business is to tear them apart."
"When you get drunk you don't tear anything apart except yourself," she said, cold now, and frightened and unconfident. The station was filling but no one she knew came.”