I’ve thought that perhaps that’s why women are so often sad, once the child’s born, she said meditatively, as though thinking aloud. Ye think of them while ye talk, and you have a knowledge of them as...
It’s strange, he said, when he was alive, I didna pay him much heed. But once he was dead, the things he’d told me had a good deal more influence.
It wasn’t the tree of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, after all; it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge might be a poisoned gift—but it was still a gift, and few people woul...
It was not Monsieur Arouet, but a colleague of his—a lady novelist—who remarked to me once that writing novels was a cannibal’s art, in which one often mixed small portions of one’s friends and one’s...
It was in kindness that the thought came to me now, whether it was truly spoken, or only called forth from my exhausted memory for what comfort the words might hold. Everyone makes choices, and no one...
It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.
It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important. I could see, perhaps, how one could draw back a little, seek som...
It hadn't occurred to him that if she had little else, it would be that much more important to Joan Findlay to cling to her one valuable possession-her pride.
If thee thinks the spirit of God is necessarily logical, thee know Him better than I do.
If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.
If either of them stops shouting long enough to hear the other, they'll be hurting each other's feelings.
I'll be setting off just after the Angelus bell- at noon, I mean - should that suit your honors.
I would like you to go with me to Cuba, Grey said, looking from one to the other. Rodrigo could go where I could not go, and hear and see things I couldn’t. But…there might be some small danger, and i...
I thought of telling him that his own touch seared my skin and filled my veins with fire. But I was already alight and glowing like a brand. I closed my eyes and felt the kindling touch move to cheek...
I have wondered, he said, so low I could scarcely hear him. Wondered often, if I could call that edge to my service, and sheathe it safe again. For I have seen a great many men grow hard in that calli...
I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed that before to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to...
I felt rather like the new moon: the shadow of pain and death was still clearly visible to me—but only because the light was there to throw it into perspective.
I don't know how long it went on, he continued. Not that long, likely, but it seemed like a long time to me. At last he stopped a moment and shouted at me. He was beside himself wi' fury, and I was so...
I didn’t know what it was about red hair, but many years’ experience with Jamie, Brianna, and Jemmy had taught me that while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty...
I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it alw...