“He would rather know what's outside, see the summer in its sad blowing wreckage, than cower behind the blind and wonder what… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Thomas More syas that the imperial troops, for their enjoyment, are roasting live babies on spits. Oh, he would! says Thomas Cromwell.… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“When have I, when have I ever forced anyone to do anything, he starts to say: but Richard cuts in, "No, you… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
One of the frustrations of someone like Thomas Cromwell is that, before they step into the light of history, and become extremely… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Right, Thomas Cromwell," she said. "Make a note of this. No strange Dutch drinks. No women. No banned preachers in cellars. I… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
It's complementary. It's fairly clear where the boundaries are. When I start telling you the contents of his head, I am making… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
When I came to write my Thomas Cromwell books, I moved onto the center ground of English history, but I was never… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Thomas Cromwell is now about fifty years old. He has a labourer's body, stocky, useful, running to fat. He has black hair,… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Rumours crop in the short summer nights. Dawn finds them like mushrooms in the damp grass. Members of Thomas Cromwell's household have… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image