Beyonce is one of my inspirations. Her attitude, her style, her voice... she's perfect.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.
Her past is behind her, her future is of little concern. She moves towards the grave, at her own speed.
Her head titled to the side and her eyebrows crept up her face. It was her face, she was just too kind to actually say it to me.
Would the people in her life still love her if they knew the whole truth about her? Perhaps, but would they love her the same?
I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.
She knew it wasn’t right, but this was the second time in her life when hurting a man’s feelings trumped assuaging her own.
The kiss surrounded her like air, held her up like water, supported her like the earth and burned her like fire.
And I just walked away. Again and again, I walked away as her world fell down around her. As they destroyed her. We destroyed her.
The curve of her smile, the curve of the small of her back, the curve of her laugh, everything about her makes me want to be more well-rounded.
Working with Angela Bassett is by far the best. I've watched and admired her for years. I'm very intrigued by her work. She's so cool. I still call her 'Mom' when I see her.
I believe in America. I believe in her purpose and her promise. I believe her best days have not yet been lived. I believe her greatest deeds are reserved for the generations to come.
Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.
The voice sank through luce's skin and straight into her heart. Daniel's voice. He was calling to her. He wanted her. Needed her. Luce moved towards the sound
She had a weird, fleeting thought that she wanted to eat her sister, like a sorceress in a storybook – gobble her down into her belly, keep her safe.
We came around the corner, I kissed her and after I kissed her she relaxed. And then I grabbed her and kissed her again and she was shocked! And that was what we wanted.
I focused on where she was from of course, her voice and her history, her relationship with God - her religion. This was probably the strongest relationship she has had, really. She never seemed to maintain close relationships with husbands.
The queen and I always got on well, still do; I uphold everything Her Majesty represents, has given up her life for. It's her duty. For her country, she's selfless to the grave.
She is Cuba. If you want to love her, you have to be with her, but you can't be with her in her current state. It's the point of view of all exiles - you have to leave the thing you cherish most.
I'm pretty obsessed with Stevie Nicks from her style to her voice. I like watching her on YouTube and her old performances, the way she moves and everything.
Her godmother simply touched her with her wand, and, at the same moment, her clothes were turned into cloth of gold and silver, all decked with jewels.
