“She felt that she would have to be much more than just a doctor or an engineer. She would have to be a saint...”

“She would have to be a saint because that was the occupation that included everything you could know; and yet she knew she would never be a saint.... but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”

“The Doctor: Hello, I've come to see the Lord Mayor.Idris Hopper: Have you got an appointment?The Doctor: No, just an old friend passing by, bit of a surprise. Can't wait to see her face!Idris Hopper: Well, she's just having a cup of tea.The Doctor: Just go in there and tell her "the Doctor" would like to see her.Idris Hopper: "The Doctor" who?The Doctor: Just "The Doctor". Tell her exactly that, "The Doctor".Idris Hopper: Hang on a tic.[Idris goes inside. There is the sound of a teacup smashing and Idris returns.]Idris Hopper: The Lord Mayor says "thank you f-for popping by." She'd love to have a chat, but, um, she's up to her eyes in paperwork. Perhaps you would like to make an appointment for next week...The Doctor: [happily] She's climbing out the window, isn't she?Idris Hopper: Yes, she is.”

“If she were to die, it would be out here. Not that she wanted to die. She really didn’t. She just felt suddenly like she needed, wanted more. There had to be more to life besides the constant training, orders, the rules, having every move you ever made watched and recorded. There had to be more. More what she didn’t know, but she wanted it.”

“In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.”

“She herself had certainly never been more alive. She felt electric. She would not have been surprised if sparks had come crackling out of the tips of her sober gloves.”