“Every thirty-one hundred years a volume of water equivalent to all the oceans passed through the atmosphere.”
“Penetrate the heart of just one drop of water, and you will be flooded by a hundred oceans.”
“States of the atmosphere pass into us as water through the meshes of a sieve, and storms occur in us before they break upon the world without, creating restless sensations. ("Absolute Evil")”
“Fourteen hundred and thirty-one.” I blinked. “What's that?” “The year I was born, which is not, as you'll note, yesterday.”
“some we know to be dead even though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through all the forms of life; other are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six”
“I'm a woman. Forty-five in female years (which is about a hundred and thirty in male years - bastards).”