5 Quotes by Jeanne Kalogridis

The sensation that seized me that morning―the twentieth of May―as I sat on my velvet cushion beside the Pope and stared down at the man standing beside my husband, was swift, irrevocable, and violent, like a dagger plunged into the heart. I trembled. I did not want it; I did not seek it; yet there it was, and I was at the mercy of it. And I knew nothing of the man who had just stolen my soul.

My heart is yours, Cesare. And we are both damned for it.

The sensation that seized me that morning – the twentieth of May – as I sat on my velvet cushion beside the Pope and stared down at the man standing beside my husband, was swift, irrevocable, and violent, like a dagger plunged into the heart. I trembled. I did not want it; I did not seek it; yet there it was, and I was at the mercy of it. And I knew nothing of the man who had just stolen my soul.

Miroir de l’Ame Pecheresse, Mirror of a Lost Soul.

I had learned a fundamental truth about killing: The victim’s anguish is brief and fleeting, but the murderer’s endures forever.