When they launch snakes you'll have your namesake.

Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.

I never thought it would end like this. I never thought he would leave me without saying goodbye.

I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult. And you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be! What man can resist us?

When it's done, it's done. And no one will know until it's done.