Where is your Revolutionary spirit?""Beheaded, " Celeste said.

...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.

...You, you look -- bien -- exactly what you were, a high-ranking British officer, used to unwavering obedience and with the air of a Greek god, gazing down on us mere mortals.

The soldier in the portrait had been a respected and admired officer...The man he had become was fighting a different battle now. He had his demons, just as she had her ghosts.

You! That is what is behind this. Ever since you -- As if I didn't have enough on my mind without having to lie awake thinking of you and your damned kisses and your damned questions.

Maman’s life was an unfinished book. Celeste had to discover the ending, and then she could close the cover for ever.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

Fifty years from now I'll be just three inches of type in a record book.

I've just never been a tracksuit-wearer.

I'm real critical of myself and if I take the bandana off my head I'm completely bald headed and go from being 58 to looking 68 instantly.

Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.

If you're humble and hardworking, opportunities will arise for you.

Hollywood has a way of sucking the world's talent to it.

Pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself