He is my brother. She is my sister. Come what will, they are my kin.

When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. They may part in one year or ten; they may live together until death. But if she thinks he is a fool, she will not love him again.

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.

Being a stepmother has worked out very well for me. I love my stepchildren very much.

Sometimes you cannot help what you hear, you cannot help what you see.

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

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