When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery.

Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into her chamber, illuminating everything around her in silvery light. That was when she noticed for the first time that there were bars on her window.

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in which we can see one another. Perhaps the gods are above this, but in their mercy, they have given us the guise of bodies.

The strong look for more strength, the weak for excuses.

What is one person's diversion may be another's supreme test.