When I was small I dreamed of demons. I thought they were under my bed, but you said, it can't be so, you don't get demons our side of the river, the guards won't let them over London Bridge.
There's nothing in this breathing world so gratifying as an artfully placed semicolon.
There is a pause, while she turns the great pages of her volume of rage, and puts her finger on just the right word.
The maid found a handkerchief of hers, under the bed in which she had died. A ring that had been missing turned up in his own writing desk. A tradesman arrived with fabric she had ordered three weeks...
Tell me, why do you think I do this? The king sounds curious. Out of lust? Is that what you think?Kill a cardinal? Divide your country? Split the church? 'Seems extravagant,' Chapuys murmurs.
So much has been said between them that it is needless to add a marginal note. It is not for him now to gloss the text of their dealings, nor append a moral.
My migraine aura was now so severe that the world on the left had ceased to exist, except as an intermittent yellow flash.
If life is a chain of gold, sometimes God hangs a charm on it.
Once you're labeled as mentally ill, and that's in your medical notes, then anything you say can be discounted as an artifact of your mental illness.
The king’s council, and obliged him, Thomas Cromwell, by
[Children's] lives start long before birth, long before conception, and if they are aborted or miscarried or simply fail to materialise at all, they become ghosts in our lives...The unborn, whether th...
They are en route to Farnham, a small hunting party, when a report is galloped along the road: cases of plague have appeared in the town. Henry, brave on the battlefield, pales almost before their eye...
The page of an accounts book is there for your use, like a love poem. It’s not there for you to nod and then dismiss it; it’s there to open your heart to possibility. It’s like the scriptures: it’s th...
The child Elizabeth is wrapped tightly in layers, her fists hidden: just as well, she looks as if she would strike you. Ginger bristles poke from beneath her cap, and her eyes are vigilant; he has nev...
My father doesn’t have views. He would like to, but he can’t take the risk.
If your chance comes to serve, you will have to take him as he is, a pleasure-loving prince. And he will have to take you as you are, which is rather like one of those square-shaped fighting dogs that...
How many men can say, as I must, 'I am a man whose only friend is the King of England'? I have everything, you would think. And yet take Henry away, and I have nothing.
Henry had sat up: ‘I can do as it pleases me,’ his monarch said. ‘God would not allow my pleasure to be contrary to his design, nor my designs to be impeded by his will.’ A shadow of cunning had cross...
Good morning, she said. Are you drunk?She noticed what a split second it took for him to flare into aggression. Do I look it?No. Where is Citizen Danton?I’ve done away with him. I’ve been busy dismemb...
Do you know you can learn from pain?’ But, he explains, the circumstances must be right. To learn, you must have a future: