The lower your decolletage, the less the need for conversation.

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative,...

No one ever fell in love gracefully.

She’d stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn’t soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn’t be on you; And no wanting what you couldn’t...

Remember my words next time he calls you a bloody English rose.

And enigmatic smile is worth ten pages of dialog.

Love shouldn’t be comfortable.

You can figure out what the villain fears by his choice of weapons.

There are moments on stage when everything comes together. Then the kid in the front row coughs.

She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate,...

Give me a strong back, over a soft heart.

Find out what people want to do, then tell them to do it. They’ll think you’re a genius.

Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention it’ll start yipping at the most inopportune times.

If you forget your lines, you had better mumble with conviction.