If it has to be done at all, it must be done with grace.

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.

There are many sorts of love. And when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream. Sometimes you have to forgive him. Perhaps you even have to forgive him often. But forgiveness often comes with love.

Edward lives as if there is no tomorrow, Richard as if he wants no tomorrow, and George as though someone should give it to him for free.

Fortune's wheel takes you very high and then throws you very low, and there is nothing you can do but face the turn of it with courage.

It is no small thing, this, for a woman: freedom.