I would know you anywhere for my true love. Whoever I was and whoever you were, I would know you at once for my true love.

I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?

When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. They may part in one year or ten; they may live together until death. But if she thinks he is a fool, she will not love him again.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.

To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

Although some people think I am a romantic novelist I have always thought of myself as a rather gritty radical historian.