A man was attacking me with a wet handkerchief.

Steampunk is...the love child of Hot Topic and a BBC costume drama

It's no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.

No one ever explained the octopuses.

I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day.

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

The ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.

Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.

Conall,” “Aye, Alexia?” He looked up at her. Was that fear in his caramel eyes? “I am going to take advantage of you,” she said

She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.

...I never once believed what they wanted us to believe - that we as black people are inferior to whites...

I've always believed that a person is smart. It's people that are stupid.

One of the things I've always enjoyed is moving around and staying fit. Physicality is such a big part of being an actor, but it's also about stillness and silence.

There are some people who're all doctors. Is it genetic?

You don't have to have perfect wisdom to get very rich - just a bit better than average over a long period of time.

I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.

There. Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a scar! That's what you want, isn't it?

I think big! I choose to help thousands and thousands of people!

They say that I have no hits and that I'm difficult to work with. And they say that like it's a bad thing.

I wrote a number of pieces in the year 1966 that were so bad that, although I'm a great collector of my own pieces, I have never collected them.