Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.

You are absolutely beautiful," Anne said. "But if you see yourself, you'll want to pin your hair back like a shepherdess in a bad play." (Eleanor) "Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

It’s better to live like a flame, to know a man and love him even if he can’t be yours, then never to love at all.

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.