“Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: ‘Quick! Quick! Quick!’ And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.”
“She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.”
“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.”
“Oh hang kitty; what has she to do with it? Come, be quick. Be quick. Where is your sash?”
“She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.”
“She had a keen sense of revenge, that knew no limits. When crossed she retaliated with devastating force. Her intelligence made it all the more frightening, because she could quickly perceive what was most valuable to a person and that is what she abused.”