“Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it... As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother.”

Chapters: 25. The Mother of All Things

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“We make a desert and call it progress.”

Chapters: 80. A Golden Age

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“I was doomed to sanity… Even a poet cannot get everything right.”

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“It's not death that allows us to understand one another, but poetry.”

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“Lavinia: ‘Why must there be war?... The horrible list of carnage they were making ready for… Why? What was it for? For a pet deer? For a girl? What good would that do?’
Turnus: ‘Without war there are no heroes. What harm would that be? Oh Lavinia, what a woman’s question that is.’”

Chapters: 30. No War

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“We who are called royal speak for our people to the powers of the earth and sky as those powers transmit through us. We are go-betweens.”

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“Where man goes, trees die; or, to paraphrase Tacitus, we make a desert and call it progress.”

Chapters: 80. A Golden Age

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