Joanna: Mama... why do I not look like you? Why do I have hair black like a crow? Clemence: Because you take after him. That was all I asked of God, that I need not see him each time I looked into your face. Little enough to ask, I should think. But we do pay and pay for our sins, it seems, and you grow more like him with each day that passes.

Joanna: Richard's arrival at Messina was a godsend, in truth, and I will ever be grateful to him. Yet I do not doubt you'd have done as much for me too, Johnny…

'You're proving to be a merciless ghost, Papa. I should have expected it, knowing you as I do,' Joanna said. Her tears were coming faster now. 'What do you mea…

Eleanor: It is a pretty fiction that mothers love each child in equal measure... a fiction, no more than that. There is always a favorite. With me, it was Rich…