Books gave us a way to shape ourselves - to form our thoughts and to signal to each other who we were and who we wanted to be. They were part of our self-fashioning, no less than our clothes.
Kitten, your hands are heaven and your eyes are my home.
You're shagging a woman who can turn into a dragon? Blast you, Charles, I am sick with envy!
I am a nice young girl here to pick up your granddaughter for the weekend. . . We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her. - Bones to Cat's grandparents
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch
That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.
I gravitated to acting out of a mixture of instinct, naivete and opportunity.
Eventually we realize that not knowing what to do is just as real and just as useful as knowing what to do. Not knowing stops us from taking false directions. Not knowing what to do, we start to pay real attention. Just as people lost in the wilderness, on a cliff face or in a blizzard pay attention with a kind of acuity that they would not have if they thought they knew where they were. Why? Because for those who are really lost, their life depends on paying real attention. If you think you know where you are, you stop looking.
In America we have only the present tense. I am in danger. You are in danger.
Musicals are to the theater what wines are to a substantial dinner.