I could not have done that. I fear nothing and no one. I respect nothing and no one. But I could not have done that.’‘You have done it,’ Jerott said. ‘It is easy to do it, out of hatred. But you are r...
I am like the Swiss. I prefer not to fight on a Wednesday.
His defences are good. But it is his friends that will bring him low, not his enemies, Lady Culter. Keep you out of his way. That’s the best advice I can give you.
Here you have a hawk of the lure, not of the fist. He will not come to you. If you would have him, you must lay your heart upon your hawking-glove; and feed it to him.
He was the sort of person one could with justice kill if only - if only one had had the sense to bring a weapon.
Half-way there, a touch of his normal common sense returned to him and he slowed down, wondering what exchange of courtesies he was going to offer a vagabond, an Abram man, or an idiot. Then the man t...
Gorgeous I called him and that he is, Maeve: you’d be surprised. And nasty I called him, and that, Maeve, was a shrewd piece of insight, for nasty he certainly is. And a clever bastard, I called him.…...
At the edge of the still, dark pool that was the sea, at the brimming edge of freedom where no boat was to be seen, she spoke the first words of the few they were to exchange. ‘I cannot swim. You know...
A reckoning formally appointed and now paid to the limit. A tribute to Janus, God of Gates, to prevent that other, deferred payment to Charon.
A long time afterwards, she was to remember what an excellent chess-player Francis Crawford was.
Habits are hell’s own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative, of imagination. They’re the curse of marriage and the after-bane of death. Katherine
Belongs to M. de St Pol. I think he has a great deal of ingenuity, but today he is not
You will have power and wealth, but what are these to a scholar? You will end your life an oasis in a desert of ignorance.
You bloody little dictator,’ he said. ‘You’re exactly like Kate.
Whoever is unsupported by the Mystery of Love shall not achieve the grace of salvation. Whoever shall cast love aside shall lose everything.
Whatever fascination Lymond held for her mother, it had no power at five in the morning.
What he wanted was very near. It was typical of the monstrous, egregious, laughable irony which dominated his life that with every dragging lift of his arms, he should be saying over and over,
What an extraordinary fuss there has been,’ said the Dame de Doubtance raspingly, ‘about that irresponsible Irishwoman and her improper child.
We’re all runts and bastards of one sort or another.
Well, get the coffer out, said Tobie roundly. You find his clean clothes and I'll cut his hair round his cap and wash his ears out. Then, when we get to the Palazzo Medici, you imitate his voice and I...