So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us.

The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.

Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.

If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.