What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down." -The Judge