She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings. She knew the Eiffel Tower was a hideous symbol of phallic oppression but when ordered by her commander to detonate the lift so that no-one should unthinkingly scale an erection, her mind filled with young romantics gazing over Paris and opening aerograms that said Je t'aime.

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?

The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.

unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven.

What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.

But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.