I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.

If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.

You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity." ~ Ralston to Simon

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

By realizing the spiritual power of Thought, versus getting into the content of thought, you will make your reality a mentally healthier one

I don't want to be overdramatic about it, but I'm starting to see a lot of my bad habits get the best of me.

Mathematics is a vast adventure; its history reflects some of the noblest thoughts of countless generations.

Bringing democratic control to the conduct of foreign policy requires a struggle merely to force the issue onto the public agenda.

And it is so simple... The one thing is - love thy neighbor as thyself - that is the one thing. That is all, nothing else is needed. You will instantly find how to live.

Sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, and love belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.

Every present occasion will catch the senses of the vain man; and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him.

I'd listened to [Ornette Coleman] all kinds of ways. I listened to him high and I listened to him cold sober. I even played with him. I think he's jiving baby.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.