I tend to take [ to Bridget Jones Diaries] something that nearly happened, or might have happened, and then exaggerate it to make it funny and to make it tie into the themes.

It is horrid to smirk.

When someone loves you it's like having a blanket all round your heart.

It occurred to me that if Africa needed us, sometimes we needed Africa a great deal more.

I like you very much. Just as you are.

It is proved by surveys that happiness does not come from love, wealth, or power but the pursuit of attainable goals.

Sink into morbid, cynical reflection on how much romantic heartbreak is to do with ego and miffed pride rather than actual loss

One must not live one's life through men but must be complete on oneself as a woman of substance.

No one is thinking about you. They're thinking about themselves, just like you.

Tom has a theory that homosexuals and single women in their thirties have natural bonding: both being accustomed to disappointing their parents and being treated as freaks by society.

It's rather fun writing a female spy, because she has so much more kit. Bond never carried a hair dryer or a makeup bag. And he certainly didn't wear an uplift bra.

I will love you forever and that's my vow.I say we can live in the dreams we madeAnd since you built 'em, I know they'll never fade.

Just at that moment she glanced towards him and saw him smiling at her, his eyes lingering on her with warmth and an indefinable something else. Her heart caught in her chest

Allow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.

The greatest source of America's generosity is not our government; it's the good heart of the American people.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

I have a little baby. She knows who I am. My friends know. My family knows.

We need segregated buses... This is Obama's America.

The great and good do no die even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which one still listens.

I can't believe I'm breathing and happy and thriving.

Nonfiction is never going to die.