Over time, this unspoken attration continued to blossom, refusing to dwindle or fade, though they had little opportunity to foster or nourish it. Slowly and patiently, Robert's sheer persistence in th...
All of my books are acts of subversion disguised as historical fiction.
I enjoy writing historical fiction because it allows me to live more lives than just this one.
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!
He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes down the hall; he does not see me. Shortly I hear a horse leaving. There is much I do not know about him, but...
But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive.
Of all the things I dislike, I hate women worst.
I make up as little as possible. I spend a great deal of time on research, on finding all the available accounts of a scene or incident, finding out all the background details and the biographies of t...
They did go on so, don't you think, those Victorian poets, they took themselves so horribly seriously," he said, pushing the lift button, summoning it from the depths.As it creaked up, Blackadder said...
Before anything else I was a woman who was capable of passion and who had a great need and a great desire for love.
How may times can you lose the one you love?
Only a fool lies brooding over his problems. When the morning comes he's tired out and his problems are the same as before.
I want to... have fun with writing again. Enjoy my work, enjoy playing with the language and characters like a sculptor plays with clay. But there's this manic focus on numbers--how many books have yo...
The things you think are the disasters in your life are not the disasters really. Almost anything can be turned around: out of every ditch, a path, if you can only see it.
My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whisperin...
You are intelligent, you are diplomatic, you are beautiful, and you are and always will be...[he kisses her]...MINE...
It was a warm and natural feeling to be there. We were not black or white people. We were just people bound together by love and understanding. As I walked out of that church, I felt like I had redisc...
History is not another name for the past, as many people imply. It is the name for stories about the past.
If you can walk with the crowd and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you...
Papa was our strength and the very fiber that wove our family together. He was our foundation and our rock, but even rocks, break, given enough stress.