I have always found men quite fathomable. They look entirely to their own interest.

History is nothing but gossip about the past, with the hope that it might be true.

How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.

...I'm no longer the scales most lovers are, weighing the deeds and gifts and treasures proffered against those received or stolen from the other, trying always to bring into fatal balance two separate things.

But women are always attracted to power. I do not think there could ever be a conqueror so bloody that most women would not willingly lie with him in the hope of bearing a son who would be every bit as ferocious as the father.

It is of no consequence to you what others think of you. What matters is what you think of them. That is how you live your life.

A babble of words that no one understands now fills the airwaves, and language loses all meaning as we sink slowly, mindlessly, into herstory rather than history because most rapists are men, aren't they?