She looked at me as if for a moment she would seek someone who would understand the dreadful predicament of a woman, in this world ruled by men.

He may well speak French and Latin and half a dozen languages, but since he has nothing to say – what good are they?

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

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.

When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.

I have given my word that only death will take me from you.

For he loved her and he understood that a woman cannot always live as a man. He understood that she cannot always think as he thought, walk as he walked, breathe the air that he took in. She would always be a different being from him, listening to a different music, hearing a different sound, familiar with a different element.