“... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.”

“Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?”

“What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?”

“I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else.”

“Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.”

“You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears.""That's why I spoke. I wanted to let you know you were not alone before you did something--something worse.""Like what?""Whatever women do when they think they're alone.”

“I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.”