Words have weight, something once said cannot be unsaid. Meaning is like a stone dropped into a pool; the ripples will spread and you cannot know what back they wash against.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

I would play ball with Catherine, and hide and seek: Not a very challenging game in an open meadow, but she was still at the age where she believed that if she shut her eyes and buried her head under a shawl then she could not be seen.

A man will always promise to do more than he can do to a woman he cannot understand.

The world hasn't changed that much; men still rule.

Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eyes, which makes her the center of attention. I am going to be french.

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?