“At fourteen my sister sailed away from me into a place I'd never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.”
“A faint acrid smell drifted in through the window, from the cannon fire. But through it all the walls of my prison cell never trembled. The walls of the Tower are the thickest in the land and they never, ever tremble”
“I'm no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.”
“It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.”
“If I can't, then I'll paint the walls of her house red with my blood.”
“Another time, another place, I'd back you to that wall right there, or any place you wanted to go, and do everything in my power to wipe him from your mind.”