" She sang to the moon. Or to plants or something out here. She wouldn’t sing to him, even though he’d invited her to. He didn’t think he would ever see anything more tender or sad than the way she told her problems to no one, to leaves. And he couldn’t think of anything more brave than carrying on anyway with such a load. She was strong, Winnie Bollash. As strong a woman as he knew. Capable-like.

And the most vulnerable creature he’d ever met. "

― Judith Ivory , The Proposition