When Jordan was a baby he sat on top of me much as a fly rests on a hill of dung. And I nourished him as a hill of dung nourishes a fly, and when he had eaten his fill he left me.Jordan...I should have named him after a stagnant pond and then I could have kept him, but I named him after a river and in the flood-tide he slipped away.

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.

She is like a mathematical equation, always there and impossible to disprove.