Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

Don't go looking for boys in the darkThey will say pretty things thenleave you with scars.Do go looking for boys in the parkFor that is where the true gentlemen are.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

Do not go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.

Much of what happens in life is a chance.

When someone calls you a 'nig*er', then you feel sorry for him... You have to pity him because his mind has such a sorry way of expressing itself.

The censor boards are mere redundant forces conspiring to keep the 'bold' films out of reach of the audience.

The financial disclosure statements, they don't give you the tax rate. They don't give you all the details that tax returns would.

Fate and necessity are unconquerable.

Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.

Choose rather to be strong of soul than strong of body.

Moving fast is not the same as going somewhere

Inflation is bringing us true democracy. For the first time in history, luxuries and necessities are selling at the same price.

"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."