He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.
The sons of York will destroy each other, one brother destroying another, uncles devouring nephews, fathers beheading sons. They are a house which has to have blood, and they will shed their own if they have no other enemy.
It is no small thing, this, for a woman: freedom.
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.
To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.
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.