You're dead, Cordelia.'
No I'm not.
'Yes you are. You're dead.
Lie down.

“She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putt…”

“In his student days, he used to argue that if a woman has no other course open …”

“Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary …”

“I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.”