I'm dangerous for you, Abby.

His blue eyes slice through me and make me wish I hadn't come.

In some strange way, any new fact or insight that I may have found has not seemed to me as a “discovery” of mine, but rather something that had always been there and that I had chanced to pick up.

I am not a f**king pleasure girl, damn you! I’m an officer!

A recurring dream probably merits close attention. Something wants you to pay attention.

Never suffer youth to be an excuse for inadequacy, nor age and fame to be an excuse for indolence.

All they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with a rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

This is our chance to build a Britain where everyone benefits from the success of the economy.

A recent police study found that you're much more likely to get shot by a fat cop if you run.

And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!

You can't suppress creativity, you can't suppress innovation.

We need to be humble in the face of uncertainty