He told me that you had a loathing of those in the religious life. That was why he found you diligent in his work. That was not the reason. He looks up. May I speak? Oh, for God’s sake, Henry cries. I...
He stepped back, looked up. Cut into the stone above his head were the words RUE MARAT.For a moment he had the urge to turn back around the corner, climb the stairs, shout to the servants not to bothe...
Has it ever occurred to you that Max feels the same basic contempt for you as you do for him?He feels contempt for me?It is something he feels very readily.No, I hadn’t thought that.Well, the whole wo...
God knows what risks we take, God knows all that Danton has done. God and Camille. God will keep his mouth shut.
Full bellies breed gentle manners. The pinch of famine makes monsters.
Edward Seymour says, ‘You should have been a bishop, Cromwell.’‘Edward,’ he says, ‘I should have been Pope.
And they say [money's] the root of all evil. Well, Protestants say that. Catholics know better.
All that evening he talked to the Candle of Arras, in a low confidential tone. When you get down to it, he thought, there's not much difference between politics and sex; it's all aboutpower. He didn't...
Think
He and the cardinal agree it would be better if Luther had never been born, or better if he had been born more subtle.
[The princess] looks out and sees the humble musician with his lute. But unless the musician turns out to be a prince in disguise, this story cannot end well.
[H]ope takes you by the throat like a stranger, it makes your heart leap...
You should not desire, he knows, the death of any human creature. Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged somewhere, he will batter down your door, walks in and wipe...
Writing's like running downhill; can't stop if you want to.
Why would I trust a man with my business, if he could not manage his own?
What kind of persons writes fiction about the past?
Were you ever at the cathedral in Chartres? You walk the labyrinth, he says, set into the pavement, and it seems there is no sense in it. But if you follow it faithfully it leads you straight to the c...
The main thing is, the constraints have come off style. What we are saying now is that the Revolution does not proceed in a pitiless, forward direction, its politics and its language becoming ever mor...
The door was flung open. Maurice Duplay filled it; energetic master, shirt- sleeves rolled up. He threw out his arms, the good Jacobin Duplay, and formed a sentence totally original, something which h...
Marlinspike goes down to the kitchen, to grow stout and live out his beastly nature. There is a summer ahead, though he cannot imagine its pleasures; sometimes when he’s walking in the garden he sees...