There Is Always More Surface

Destiny And History Are Untidy.

The Very Condition Of Woman Is So Subject To Hazard, So Complex, And So Grievous, That To Place Her At One Moment Is But To Displace Her At The Next.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

For Most People, Life Is Nasty, Brutish, And Short; For Me, It Has Simply Been Nasty And Brutish.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.