I felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition - the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress and us to this savage battle.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

En Ma Fin Est Ma Commencement - In my end is my beginning.

If it means something, take it to heart. If it means nothing, it's nothing. Let it go.

Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.

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 man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.