I went to Princeton, I minored in women's studies.
I'm a romantic; you have to be to marry four times.
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
In short I will part with anything for you but you.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.
Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice should create in the discerning male reader a deeply rooted concupiscence for Elizabeth Bennet that springs not from her vivacity or from her wit but from her unerring instinct to follow the deeply moral directives...
Press conference [on the movie ] yielded the usual crop of daftness. I've been asked if I related personally to Carrington's tortured relationship with sex and replied that no, not really, I'd had a very pleasant time since I was fifteen. This elicit...
I seem finally to have stopped worrying about Elinor, and age. She seems now to be perfectly normal -- about twenty-five, a witty control freak. I like her but I can see how she would drive you mad. She's just the sort of person you'd want to get dru...
[Over breakfast] We discussed the 'novelisation' question. This is where the studio pay someone to novelise my script and sell it as . I've said if this happens I will hang myself. Revolting notion. Beyond revolting. Lindsay [Doran] said that the exe...
And I love Jane Austen's use of language too--the way she takes her time to develop a phrase and gives it room to grow, so that these clever, complex statements form slowly and then bloom in my mind. Beethoven does the same thing with his cadence and...
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
I'm still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.
I'm not the most romantic guy, although I do try.
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
Men have as exaggerated an idea of their rights as women have of their wrongs.
I'm very disturbed by violence against women when it is violence.
...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.
Clear nights are sometimes the coldest.
A nervous silence loosens tongues