Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.

Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.

Short questions with long answers, my boy.

No matter how long grave acts tarry in their conceal places, light always move in on them.

The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

Adolescence is about digging out the iron inside irony.

In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.

When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men and women stand as a vanguard against abuse.

The Flinstones wore furs, they ate red meat, and had a stoneage philosophy. In fact, they were the first Republicans.

When one starts from a portrait and seeks by successive eliminations to find pure form... one inevitably ends up with an egg.

I never believed that one big bill is the way to go.

A play should have barely been rescued from the mess it might just as easily have been.