Quotes from Carolly Erickson

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

Could it be that the great Bonaparte is incapable of fathering a child? that it is not I who am at fault but you?

Yet every time I saw Arthur my heart sank.

What a hard thing it is to write of love! Easy enough to describe the burning brand of lust, or yearning of infatuation, that yearning that can never be assuaged. But love! There is only the word, and the knowing it.

The king swore and broke his golden walking stick over his knee when he heard this news, especially as it was rumored that the concubine miscarried after eating a surfeit of comfits made with green ginger.