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

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

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

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

I love reading and I love thinking - the reason that I love my books so much is that in order to write them I have to read and to think for years at a time about the same period of time.

In Spain," indeed! He would have got no closer than the Indies if I had not showed him how to do it. Stupid puppy.

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