We clung to books and to our friends; they reminded us that we had another part to us.

You know how I love talking about books, and you know how I adore receiving compliments.

I am a grown woman-- mostly-- and I can guzzle champagne with whomever I choose.

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.

If I could have anything I wanted, I would choose story without end, and it seems I have lots of company in that.

Ivy! It's a natural disaster! You have to be there!

I have an idea for a new book. It's a novel about a beautiful yet sensitive author whose spirit is crushed by her domineering editor. Do you like it?

A hint: perhaps in this case, you should refrain from throwing the book at the audience when you finish.

...But all that power has culminated in gentleness. It is as if that is the point of power: to allow one to access the higher registers of gentleness.

Being married definitely took work. When we fought, I felt like I wanted to float away and drown, whereas before I knew I could walk away without any strings attached.

Being a part of the action is just incredible. I loved doing stunt stuff. I loved learning to ride.

I didn't follow the standard rules of bass playing, and many musicians on many different instruments who became noteworthy for their unique or particular style did a very similar thing.

You can't really call yourselves giant-killers any more, as you kill giants so often.

An enamored amateur need not be a genius to stay out of the ruts he has never been trained in.

Doing politics in a democracy costs money for campaigning and getting our message across and that's what we intend to do.

You got to be brave and have courage, believe in yourself, because that is the first thing to success is believe in yourself.

I would be terribly disappointed if anything would get in the way of my being cast in something, or if performances were canceled. It was a fix that I obviously needed.

All men know the use of the useful, but nobody knows the use of the useless. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so that I can have a word with him?