" You’re made differently.” He spoke quietly but for a moment his voice had its old sturdiness. “You’re like a coin made out of stone instead of metal. Or a house made out of honeycombs or feathers or maybe glass—something no one else in all the world would think to make a house of, Ester—something strange, but sound too. You’ve been like that always. But no matter all that, you’re still a woman. A woman can recover. Women aren’t”—he hesitated—“they’re not set. Not like a man is. A man has to be a hero or a . . . villain. "

― Rachel Kadish , The Weight of Ink