" could it be said of her that she had been promiscuous? No, that could not be said of her. For she had been as free as air, and one does not qualify the general atmosphere with such a paltry adjective as “promiscuous.” She had just slept with everybody—with white, black, yellow, pink, green, or purple—but she had never been promiscuous. "

― Thomas Wolfe , You Can't Go Home Again