To Save My Son, I Would Plot

The Sons Of York Will Destroy Each Other, One Brother Destroying Another, Uncles Devouring Nephews, Fathers Beheading Sons. They Are A House Which Has To Have Blood, And They Will Shed Their Own If They Have No Other Enemy.

I Had Never Seen A Woman In Such Despair Before. It Was Worse Than Death, It Was A Constant Longing For Death And A Constant Rejection Of Life. She Lived Like Darkness In Her Own Day.

I Wanted The Heat And The Sweat And The Passion Of A Man That I Could Love And Trust. And I Wanted To Give Myself To Him: Not For Advantage, But For Desire.

I Would Be Very, Very Uncomfortable At Teaching, At Dreaming To Teach, People Things.

I Have Learned The Power Of Surviving.