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.

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

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

But I don't forget and I don't forgive.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.

I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.

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?