The truth is the last thing that matters,' she said. 'And you can believe one thing of the truth and me: I keep it well hidden, inside my heart.

Jane," I said quietly. She opened her eyes, she had been far away in prayer. "Yes, Mary? Forgive me, I was praying." "If you go on flirting with the king with those sickly little smiles, one of us Boleyns is going to scratch your eyes out.

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?

One’s lover is one’s partner in observing and understanding the world. Marriage is a place where joint narratives are composed. If the lover is a liar then all your joint observations are unreliable. You will have to start all over again.

A man will always promise to do more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.

In Spain," indeed! He would have got no closer than the Indies if I had not showed him how to do it. Stupid puppy.

When they launch snakes you'll have your namesake.