She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

I deserve passion," she said. "I deserve to be loved- in every way. I deserve a man who'll give his whole heart, not the part he isn't using at the moment.

Prying into others' private affairs is the preferred occupation of small minds.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And the better the world liked seeing them fall.

Why must women stay quietly? Why must we be little moons, each of us stuck in our little orbit, revolving around a planet that is some man? Why can't we be other planets? Why must we be moons?

We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.

They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.

He was a man. Men always had lewd thoughts. It was perfectly natural and normal

I should like to see you try.

I'm no good at being good.

Let me explain something to you, he said. If you want to get something out of a man, dashing out his brains against a lamppost isn't the way to do it.

I succeed him no one could replace him.

I'm not confident with the ladies. I can't just ask someone out in a club. I'd like to say I'm a gentleman.

Celluloid will be the next decade's black and white.

Let us all be men and women in full. Let us expect from ourselves more than we think we can give, more than we think we can do and more than we think we already know.

The gospel is the proclamation of the person and work of Jesus Christ and how those benefits can be applied to us by faith alone.

Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!

I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.

If you had to define stress, it would not be far off if you said it was the process of living. The process of living is the process of having stress imposed on you and reacting to it.

Complaints about reality are immature.