But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is.

Happiness don't ask to see who you be afore her sits down at your table. 'Er comes and sits with them as know how to welcome her and keep her the willing guest.

How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

People always grumbled. If things went well they wanted them to go better. Give them comfort and they wanted luxuries.

I found that married life gave me the necessary freedom to follow an ambition which had been with me since childhood; and so I started to write in earnest.

When I was 14 and living in London, I'd go around Hampton Court Palace with its marvelous atmosphere, through the gateway where Ann Boleyn walked, the haunted gallery down which Katherine Howard ran. It all set me going. It all started from there.

I've always thought you've got to believe in luck to get it.