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

He promised her that he would give her everything, everything she wanted, as men in love always do. And she trusted him despite herself, as women in love always do.

Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eyes, which makes her the center of attention. I am going to be french.

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

I am in the interesting position of being sometimes skimmed by the critics and called literature and sometimes called historical fiction.

If there is love enough,then nothing-not nature, not even death itself- can come between two who love each other.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.