She wasn’t a woman who smiled and said hello.

She's very intelligent and she often said she didn't fear anyone enough to lie.

In private life she was not in the least what her calumniators would have wished her to be. She was very quiet, had a great natural dignity, and was extremely intelligent. She was also exceedingly sensitive.

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

She had learned from Jack, much to her surprise, that she could not make her face express anger or scorn by merely feeling angry or scornful.

She does not show herself, and therefore is apparent. She does not affirm herself, and therefore is acknowledged. She does not boast and therefore has merit. She does not strive and therefore is successful. It is exactly because she does not contend, that nobody can contend with her.

She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food.

She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry — even if he is at a convenient height for it.

She rarely showed her emotions, which appeared to have been burned out by the continual short-circuiting of her attention.

She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.

"She didn't strike me as a "crossword in ink" kind of girl"

She had lost the art of conversation, but not, unfortunately, the power of speech.

This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn't judo-flip people.