You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.
The city is like a great palimpsest, a manuscript that has been written and rewritten over the centuries.
Hope is not a feeling; it is a doable thing.
The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.
