Right here, you're killing me.

What a joy Mary Jo Putney is to read; she can't write fast enough for me.

I'm not your friend, my lady. I'm your lover.

He put his fist against his chest. “Burn, Maddygirl, ” he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder.

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

Well, I don't know. Home Alone, I was a lot younger and I was in every shot and it was a lot colder, so Home Alone was physically demanding but more like being able to stand for a long time.

You can accomplish anything with pure persistence and drive.

If something is worth doing, it is worth doing right. I take that one step further. You shouldn't do anything unless you do it right.

We have to make the economy fairer. That starts with raising the national minimum wage and also guarantee, finally, equal pay for women's work.

I haven't really had too many bosses. Any bad boss I had probably was because I was a bad employee.

I'm sure you can even find ménage à trois in medieval tales.

I love lots of different types of music, but it's music that has this up-swelling of beauty and emotion that is most important to me.

The gladiator lays his plans after he enters the arena.

At the end of your life on earth you will be evaluated and rewarded according to how well you handled what God entrusted to you.