It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.

Do you love him?"How would I know?"You'd know.

. . .you sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy

but that shadow self of hers wasn't so sure. The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.

Death is not the beginning of an endless deep, dark, silent night but the beginning of a bright, joyful, eternal light.

My dad was such a great story-teller, a good teacher.

When I am perfectly clear, what is is what I want.

I know what I want. I try and convey that at the beginning and set that out, but within those parameters, I'm very happy for them to experiment and try things and give it a go. To me, it's important.

Beauty may be the object of liking--great qualities of admiration--good ones of esteem--but love only is the object of love.

I love playing the vamp, and I get sent out for a lot of that stuff, maybe because I do it well.

The more you learn, the less you fear.

If you elect a matinee idol mayor, you're going to have a musical comedy administration.

I have never been convinced throughout my life that one needs to be imitating others. I even tell my daughters not to look at me as a model.

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.