We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say... — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Looking out the rain-fogged window at the gray November day, Mary felt almost grateful for the snug warmth of her well-heated chamber. Escape, the… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“I realized then how odd it must seem to them to be summoned by a woman. Roman women were at home quietly minding their… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Mary was like a caged tiger in the first days of her captivity. Keen, alert, and watchful, she listened tensely each dawn for the… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food.… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.” — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Mary fell asleep early, but her dreams were most unpleasant. She was a mouse running across the kitchen floor, and Elizabeth was a sharp-clawed… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“But marrying within one's own family can get monotonous. One has heard all the same family stories, knows all the jokes and all the… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room. — Margaret George Copy Share Image
In my experience, there are two things that no one will admit to: having no sense of humor and being susceptible to flattery. — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“It is thus that inanimate objects seem to soak up the essence of living things, and later cause pain or pleasure when we merely… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“Heart of my heart, bone of my bone, spirit of my spirt, we cannot be held.” — Margaret George Copy Share Image
