Television and movies have short-circuited reality. I don't think a lot of people are entirely clear on what is real and what is on the screen.
My parents used to rent old movies - my whole childhood is in black and white - and it was my dream to make films.
Some of my ideas were shot down by Lucasfilm because they stepped on territory that has been reserved for the movies. I didn't have a problem with that.
Nobody ever thanks you for saving them from the disease they didn't know they were going to get.
When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.
When I had a job catering, I catered a wedding for the Smashing Pumpkins bassist in Indiana. And I served Billy Corgan shrimp off a tray.
After 'Wedding Crashers' I was just surprised as to the lack of comedic female material there is. So I had to start working and getting stuff out there for myself.
I am usually part of any disaster at a wedding if I'm a bridesmaid, which I've been lucky enough to be several times.
The Queen's wedding dress in 1947, there was some embroidery on the train which was definitely there to illustrate new dawn/post-war optimism, that sort of thing.
I've thought about it a hundred times. I even buy bridal magazines sometimes. I want David Tutera to do my wedding.
I've been in a couple of weddings where the coolest people that were the most day before so mellow and then the day of the wedding freaking out.
I really was about to pass out during my entire wedding. I just didn't know if I could marry anybody.
I always had boyfriends, but I never imagined a proposal or a wedding. To me, that was like having a ball and chain round your neck.
Saw a wedding in the church. It was strange to see what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.
Lazy people tend not to take chances, but express themselves by tearing down other's work.
Most women I know are priestesses and healers... We are, all of us, sisters of a mysterious order.
Elizabeth's fingers slipped around my arm. She stepped forward, her fangs flashing. My breath caught, but not in fear. Damn Tiffany and her vampire-bite addiction. I shoved the reaction away just in time for Elizabeth's fangs to break skin. Warmth ru...
My sister said Mary Elizabeth is suffering from low self-esteem, but I told her that she said the same thing about Sam back in November when she started dating Craig, and Sam is completely different. Everything can't be low self-esteem, can it? My si...
Mr. Collins: Mrs. Bennet I was hoping, if it would not trouble you, that I might solicit a private audience with Miss Elizabeth in the course of the morning. Mrs. Bennet: Oh, yes. Certainly. Lizzy will be very happy indeed. Everyone, out. Mr. Collins...
Cruel Harvest by Fran Elizabeth Grubb is a memoir that will touch your heart.
...we can pretend that the book in question is not Mr. West’s but mine, made mine by the madness of my reading.
