“What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down”

“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”

“Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.”

“Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?”

“But Medea in her chamber, trembling and terror-struck now at what she has done, is encompassed by all her father's threatening rage.”
At trepidam in thalamis et iam sua facta paventem Colchida circa omnes pariter furiaeque minaeque patris habent.

“I deserve better than that, you know? I deserve… I deserve to be someone's number one girl."

"You are."

"No, I'm not. She is. You're still protecting her, her secret, whatever that is. From what, though? From me? What have I ever done to her?”

“I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what I
should have given her was a real journey on earth.”

“Oh! She was good as she was fair,
None—none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.”

“There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.”

“And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it”