For every year of peace there have been four hundred years of war.

“Modesty is invisibility, said Aunt Lydia. Never forget it. To be seen-to be see…”

“Wild geese fly south, creaking like anguished hinges; along the riverbank the c…”

“How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love coul…”

“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things ha…”