“There are those who maintain that in this world women have no right to interfere in the affairs of state, in politics, in plots and counter-plots.”

As long as it served his purpose, Mr. Lincoln boldly advocated the right of Secession.

Politically I did not like Mr. Lincoln for in him I saw the destroyer.

Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.

What a jolly thing military surveillance is!

The secession of the Southern States, individually or in the aggregate, was the certain consequence of Mr. Lincoln’s election.

I do not set myself up as an advocate of the woman’s right doctrine, but would rather appear in the character of a quiet lady expressing her sentiments, not so much to the public as to her immediate friends.

Meanwhile, my residence within the Federal lines, and my acquaintance with so many of the officers, the origin of which I have already mentioned, enabled me to gain much important information as to the position and designs of the enemy.

I hope my arm falls paralyzed to my side….Get out. I’m so disgusted I can’t endure your presence any longer.

A true woman always loves a real soldier.

Others that are who, more chivalrous, are willing to admit that women have as much right to act, think, and speak as men.

I only wanted to help my people.

I thank god that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman.

Fortune has played me a sad trick by letting me live on and on.

I hope that when I commence that oath, my tongue may cleave to the roof of my mouth. If I ever sign one line to show allegiance.

I firmly believe that in this fiery ordeal, in this suffering, misery, and woe, the South is but undergoing a purification by fire and steel that will, in good time, and by God’s decree, work out her own independence.

If it is a crime to love the South, its cause and its President, then I am a criminal. I would rather lie down in this prison and die than leave it owing allegiance to a government such as yours.

I don’t really care about plot; I want to have a page-turner in a different kind of way.

My stories do have plot. They’re not just scattered language; they’re controlled, toward an end.

Culture is a plot against the expansion of consciousness.

Conspiracy! Intrigue! A rapidly thickening plot! Add some bestiality and a lecherous priest and I’d say you have the beginnings of a beautiful novel.

The story is not in the plot but in the telling.

Life has no plot. It is by far more interesting than anything you can say about it.

The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.

I don’t really write plots. I use history as the engine that drives everything.