Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it." -Anthony to Violet

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?" Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

The worst of sages is a visitor of princes

It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women - but he can think of them as he ought - as sisters, not as sparring partners.

Schools are no longer legally segregated, but because of residential patterns, housing discrimination, economic disparities and long-held custom, they most emphatically are in reality.

Indeed the three prophecies about the death of individual art are, in their different ways, those of Hegel, Marx, and Freud. I don't see any way of getting beyond those prophecies.

It would be far easier to lose weight permanently if replacement parts weren't so handy in the refrigerator.

These things shall be! A loftier race Than e'er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls, And light of knowledge in their eyes.

A cat may looke on a King.

He shook my dozing soul and threw the cold water of reality in my face, so that life and God and heaven and hell broke into my world with glory and horror. (on CS Lewis)

Is the future of humanity really about clouds you can't see and chips you can't eat?