She should have done science, not spent all her time with her head in novels. Novels gave you a completely false idea about life, they told lies and they implied there were endings when in reality there were no endings, everything just went on and on and on.
Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.
The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.
Scars heal,” Sylvie said. “Even the worst ones.
I think there is something wrong with the human race. It undermines everything one would like to believe in, don’t you think?
What did science ever do for the world, apart from make better ways of killing people?” Sylvie said.
How quickly life could dissolve into its more ugly elements.
All that is necessary for the forces of evil to win is for enough good women to do nothing.