All we can do if we're lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make.

That may be. But to decide that I was never going to live as a proper woman was not your choice to make.' 'What do you mean a proper woman?' 'A proper woman marries - she has children -' 'Then what does that make me? Am I not a proper woman? Last time I looked I certainly was.

Love your children, for they are the seeds that will make this city bloom.

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck.

Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's.

The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn't married.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

From little seeds great flowers grow.

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home