She laughed, and the duke might actually have smiled, though one could never be certain.

Her smile hollowed out his chest. She’d changed since last he saw her. She was brighter. More vibrant. Happiness suited her.

She had a good, strong voice. She smiled with her voice, too. This, he thought, was the magic that had drawn him to her.

Her gaze collided with the duke’s. His eyes were a clear, pale green. Why was he staring so intently when there was hardly another woman less interesting than she?

You are walking to Hope Springs?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “In this weather?” She glanced around and gave him a smile. “I haven’t any other weather to walk in.

He remounted. “I will ride with you.” With some effort, he gentled his voice. “If that would be agreeable to you.” “How kind of you. Thank you.

She laughed, and the sound pierced his heart.

You're not supposed to laugh at your own father. Ever.

We just have to remind ourselves that the source of any happiness is mind itself.

I asked "What do you even do with a chimera?""What wouldn't you do with a chimera?" Jeff asked. "They're like the Swiss Army knife of animals.

The only way to get rid of my fears is to make films about them.

I know there isn't anything I can do that will please everybody. But if I have done according to my beliefs, I sleep very very well.

The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.

My life style in a sense is kind of private.

Man must behave like a lighthouse; he must shine day and night for the goodness of everyman.

I plan for the future, but the only day I really worry about is the day I'm living right now.

The people who have sacrificed their view in order to get to the top have very often left no footprints in the sands of time.