Cary rocked back on his heels and twirled one index finger around another in a sign meaning, wrapped around your fi

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.

I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

It's a full time job with a part-time companion.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession...

You're an addiction...my obsession...

See?” I’d whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. “He never argues with her. Isn’t that sweet?”A snort preceded his response. “Keep dreaming, pet.

There is only one way to success, wealth and achievement and that is through a lot of hard work.

I enjoy sports. I get a real joy from playing sports but I don't look for those movies. Oliver Stone wanted to know if I would do Any Given Sunday and it just didn't appeal to me.

The blues he sends to meet me, won't defeat me. It won't be long til happiness steps up to greet me.

But how can finite grasp Infinity?

Seriously, the world is changing so quickly that if you had any more than 80 years of change I don't see how you could stand it psychologically.

Today I will run for pure, absolute joy!

It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.

The more we study Art, the less we care for Nature. What Art really reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.