Quotes from Ariana Franklin

Man provides his own goods and his own evils, neither God nor the Devil has anything to do with it.

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

A daughter,' Rowley scooped up the child and held her high. The baby blinked from sleep and crowed with him. 'Any fool can have a son,' he said. 'It takes a man to conceive a daughter.

Man provides his own goods and his own evils, neither God nor the Devil has anything to do with it.

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.

She had a quality he had never known- she WAS quality.

Welcome to the gates of heaven Adelia, and what did you do with your life? My Lord, I was a bishop's whore.

Turn over that stone" - she pointed to a flint nearby - "and you will find a charlatan who will dazzle you with the favorable conjunction of Mercury and Venus, flatter your future, and sell you colored water for a gold piece. I can't be bothered with it. From me you get the actuality.

But God, having as little comprehension of the feminine mind as any male, did not reply.

She thought, watching him, 'I am in a bath, naked in a bath with no bubbles, and a man is washing me; my reputation is doomed and to hell with it. I've been to hell and all I wanted in it was to be alive for this man. Who carried me out of it.

The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.

Adelia, you must not quail. You are confounding inhumanity.

This infatuation must be dispelled; it is necessary for me not to admire you. I do not wish to fall in love.

oh shit, you had to be bloody careful when you invoked God; He could amuse Himself by granting what you'd prayed for . . .

Sister Walburga ate some of the sausage she was taking upriver for the anchorites, but you'd think from her distress that she was a Horseman of the Apocalypse and the Whore of Babylon rolled into one.

Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit," Gordinus told her cheerfully. "Sometimes rising to one, sometimes swooping to the other. To ignore his capacity for evil is as obtuse as blinding oneself to the heights to which he can soar.

Will there be traitors, Father?" "There are always traitors. Trust nobody.

But truth travels slowly and gets weaker as it goes. Suitable lies are stronger and run faster.

You are a drab, she told herself, seduced into infatuation by a soldier's tale. Outremer, bravery, crusade, it is illusory romance. Pull yourself together, woman.

A thousand years of dominion went ringing across the Thames like a trumpet blast. Anglo-Saxon and Viking-Norman ancestry combined in a chord that had deafened and conquered nations. It expected the moon to bow the knee. If not, so much the worse for the moon.

And then in response to a reply audible to no one but him, Gwilherm de Vannes, bravest of men, gave one last contented sigh and closed his eyes.

Loyalty could come only of exchange and mutual regard.

Mir je novac, Aarone, a novac je mir.