“Well. On which aspect of our ill-advised doings are we about to lecture each other? I have very little to say. As I recall, I exhausted the matter on several other occasions.”

“I have always hesitated to give advice, for how can one advise another how to act unless one knows that other as well as one knows himself? Heaven knows. I know little enough of myself: I know nothing of others. We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions of our neighbours. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the other prisoners, who form mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same meaning for them as for himself.”

“I have lived this life, and no matter what others may decide about it, I must claim each decision as mine. I have caused harm, failed in the expectations and obligations of love. I have loved well. What I do each day is carried within me until I die. ”

“This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.”

“Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?""What happened --""I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other --""with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.”

“We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.”