Squabbling over too little is just human nature. But it says a great deal about a person, what they do with abundance.

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

It was only a matter of time. She would love him before the week was out and it would be gloriously terrible, wonderfully hopeless.

It seemed any young woman at odds with her place in life--be she a genteel lady or a serving girl--might find a happier home within the pages of a book.

You're an intensely attractive woman. You do know that, don't you?" To her silence, he replied, "You'd believe me if you could see your

Her, ” he said. “I’ll take her.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

Why did men have to ruin everything? The answer was simple, she supposed—because foolish women gave them the chance

When someone is stalking you because they think you are stalking them, it makes you wonder who really is the true stalker?

I wear lashes, of course, a little contour, and a lip. And usually I wear shades, so that helps with not doing my makeup. I can put on a cute little face real quick.

I feel the flame of eternity in my soul.

If you're a guy over 30 by yourself in the hotel pool, you automatically look like a murderer who's just relaxing after he strangled a family. "Yeah-that dad was a tough one to kill."

Allowing an unimportant mistake to pass without comment is a wonderful social grace.

I remember a lot of dreams. Sometimes they are hard to distinguish from what has really happened. That is not so terrible. It is the same with books.

If I could straighten it out (his golf swing), I'd be pitching at Dodger Stadium tonight.

I'm going to make more money than I need in any outcome.

I'm pleased with my life, with the journey.