Those are facts. Are they the truth? No, for they do not tell you of the heart, and that is where truth lives.

Fate is by far the greatest mystery of all.

I adored history, not the dry dates and boring battles, but the stories and the people who populated them.

Without an expectation of success, one is rarely successful.

Those are facts. Are they the truth? No, for they do not tell you of the heart, and that is where truth lives.

Now I was more certain than ever of my decision. I could not love a man who did not love Jane Austen.

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.