Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.
Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.
We had been through so much together, mrs. Kennedy and me. More than anyone can imagine. More than anyone can ever know.
A day without someone to hold you or a day without someone to share, is a day easily forgotten.’ - Vera Richardson in Mr Alhourani's Dead Man's Spots
The perfect body protects its owner from disease, gives birth to amazing new people and stops your bones from falling out. The end.
Don't you know Poole, you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?
He could feel the belligerence growing in Freddie Miles as surely as if his huge body were generating a heat that he could feel across the room.
When I got the invitation to be part of 'The Ghost' or 'The Ghost Writer,' as it's now known, from Mr. Roman Polanski, my interest level was very piqued. I was very excited and pleased to get such an offer from Mr. Roman Polanski.
Just as radical heirs apparent are said to lay aside all inconvenient revolutionary opinions when they come to the throne, it was believed that Mr. Mill in Parliament would be an entirely different person from Mr. Mill in his study.
Zane," she breathed, and in the back of his mind, he thought, This woman. I want this woman to say my name on the caress of a kiss a thousand more times.
Pull your pants up, would you?" Honor said, tugging on his low-slung shorts. "They're about to fall off." "That's how the ladies like 'em.
I should have told you the minute I saw you that you look beautiful. I do love the way you look tonight.
Take off your dress. Leave the pumps on. Lie down with your hands above your head, don't move..... oh sweet sugar snaps!
'Mr. Peanut' is not about a man who dreams of killing his wife; that's jacket copy, to me. 'Mr. Peanut' is about the dynamism of marriage and the distances - some tragic, some redemptive - that marriages travel over time, and those travels ain't alwa...
If I talk to a woman for more than five minutes I can tell you exactly whether she's an Aidan girl or a Mr. Big girl. Aidan girls are more interested in nurturing relationships and building a nest while Mr. Big girls are more about show and having fu...
For many people, Mrs. Brown has come from the middle of nowhere. But Mrs. Brown was first written for radio. I wrote it for a radio series in 1992. It was a five-minute piece for radio, and it's been absolutely astonishing.
Mr. Parker: What is the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's horse? Mother: Ah... Victor! His name is Victor. Mr. Parker: How the hell did you know that? Mother: Everybody knows that!
Eddie: [walks in with a bound and gagged Mr. Shirley tied with a big red ribbon] Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Clark. [to Mr. Shirley] Eddie: You about ready to do some kissing?
Mr. Hand: [stomps on a newspaper clipping] So it seems you discovered your unpleasant nature. John Murdoch: Who are you? Mr. Hand: We might ask the same question, yes? Sleep... now.
Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Have you been drinking? Mitch: No [falls on bed and can't even take off both boots] Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Are you drunk? Mitch: [clearly drunk] Psshh
John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? [pause] John Keating: Mr. Perry? Neil: To communicate. John Keating: No! To woo women!
