For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.

I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

I'm not going to get involved in a debate with you. Just remember this: the gods give, and the gods take away. Even if you are not aware of having been granted what you posses, the gods remember what they gave you. They don't forget a thing. You should use the abilities you have been granted with the utmost care.

I don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.

Whenever an occasion arose in which she needed an opinion on something in the wider world, she borrowed her husband's. If this had been all there was to her, she wouldn't have bothered anyone, but as is so often the case with such women, she suffered from an incurable case of of pretentiousness. Lacking any internalized values of her own, such people can arrive at a standpoint only by adopting other people's standards or views. The only principle that governs their minds is the question "How do I look?

Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?