Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.

Certainty becomes you.

Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved?

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she’s ripe?

A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.

What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil.

The building of friendship, family, community and love is complicated. We are so isolated in this country, no longer supported by tribes and villages.

A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!

Since I have spent many years of my life living in Los Angeles, and since I'm also in the music business, I know that much more is talked about in Los Angeles than ever really occurs.

Wherever Germany extends her sway, she ruins culture.

Then there was Clark Ashton Smith, who wrote for Weird Tales and who had a wild imagination. He wasn't a very talented writer, but his imagination was wonderful.

As to matters of dress, I would recommend one never to be first in the fashion nor the last out of it.

A lot of times, working in stand up, youre by yourself ,and so you just have to rely on yourself only but I like working in an ensemble.

So between you and me," I tell Justine on the phone that night, "we're either bitchy or stupid." "Oh God," she moans. "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." "Thanks!

We can't tell an electorate...when you have something like in excess of 300 million people without any access to electricity at all that you have to put a cap on this.