The Ninth Rain

Any institution that claims to keep women locked up for their own good should be watched very close, in my opinion.

There is, it seems to me, a certain type of man who is terrified of the idea of a woman wielding power, of any sort; the type of man who is willing to dress up his terror in any sort of trappings to legitimise it.

Don't be afraid of who you are.

Show me a people who don't have a bloody history.

Life is suffering. Life is war, and sacrifice. Life is victory.

Not born of love, or affection, but a simple terrible need not to feel alone, just for a little while.

obviously the clearest course of action is to get closer to the thing that might explode.

Beginnings are very elusive things, almost as elusive as true endings.

We build walls around our cities, the edges of towns are closely watched, and travel is a dangerous occupation, fit only for the mad and desperate.

Judging by the constellations just starting to glint into life, the scent of the wind and the texture of the earth... I would say we're precisely in the middle of nowhere.

It was a simple choice, really - live as a prisoner for the rest of her life, or take the freedom she was offered. The consequences of a rebellion were ... unthinkable.

Well, she thought, how swiftly life shits in my face.

when you say "technical problem", vintage, are we talking about the sort of technical problem that resoults in the whole thing exploding like it did the other week?

Why is it “sister” for the women, and “father” for the men?’ Noon asked.

It doesn’t look like much, but it’s actually pretty tasty, if you cook it for long enough. And douse it in wine. And drink lots of wine while you’re eating it. And drink lots of wine afterwards, so you forget what you were just eating.

(There is, it seems to me, a certain type of man who is terrified of the idea of a woman wielding power, of any sort; the type of man who is willing to dress up his terror in any sort of trappings to legitimise it.)

There was too much, but every moment they were inside she was aware of the terrible danger they were in, and she had the distinct sense that her luck was now the thinnest piece of fragile ice, and they were edging out further and further over and abyss.

It helps to understand things, don't your think? It makes them less alarming.

The witches are the cracks through which sin seeps into the world, and even the most innocent can be corrupted.