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

We're going' Anne said firmly. So soon?' Percy pleaded. 'But stars come out at night.' Then they fade at dawn', Anne replied. 'This star needs to veil herself in darkness.

I had never seen a woman in such despair before. It was worse than death, it was a constant longing for death and a constant rejection of life. She lived like darkness in her own day.

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

They say that at the mountain pass he looked back at his kingdom, his beautiful kingdom, and wept, and his mother told him to weep like a woman for what he could not hold as a man.

We might, either of us, be Queen of England and yet we'll always be nothing to our family.

Good god what men can do to their brains when their cocks are hard.