The world hasn't changed that much; men still rule.
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Philippa Gregory
Philippa Gregory (born 9 January 1954) is an English historical novelist who has been publishing since 1987. The best known of her works is The Other Boleyn Girl (2001), which in 2002 won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award from the Romantic Novelists' Association and has been adapted into two separate films. AudioFile magazine has called Gregory "the queen of British historical fiction." 2Biography 3Early life and academic career Philippa Gregory was born on 9 January 1954 in Nairobi, Kenya, the second daughter of Elaine (Wedd) and Arthur Percy Gregory, a radio operator and navigator for East African Airways. When she was two years old, her family moved to Bristol, England. She is not related to novelist, Susanna Gregory. She was a "rebel" at Colston's Girls' School where she obtained a B grade in English and two E grades in History and Geography at A-level. She then went to journalism college in Cardiff and spent a year as an apprentice with the Portsmouth News before she managed to gain a place on an English literature degree course at the University of Sussex, where she switched to a history course. She worked in BBC radio for two years before attending the University of Edinburgh, where she earned her doctorate in 18th-century literature. Gregory has taught at the University of Durham, University of Teesside, and the Open University, and was made a Fellow of Kingston University in 1994. 3Private life Gregory wrote her first novel Wideacre while completing a PhD in 18th-century book history and living in a cottage on the Pennine Way with first husband Peter Chislett, editor of the Hartlepool Mail, and their baby daughter, Victori
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.
Every woman has to have something which singles her out, which catches the eye, which makes her the center of attention.
When they see us dance. When they see how you look at me. When they see how I smile at you.
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you’re a woman.
I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for one girl. The sense that every fight could be to the death.
There is no one who loves peace more than a soldier.
Perhaps we will not be great people, chosen by God, but just happy.
Nothing in the world matters more than life. You have a long road to walk and a lot of lessons to learn if you don't know that.
If there is love enough,then nothing-not nature, not even death itself- can come between two who love each other
There was a magic: and the name of it was love.
I am not a yard of ribbon. I am not a leg of ham. I am not for sale to anyone.