Her Quotes

The soul passeth from form to form; and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold.

Remember that with her clothes a woman puts off her modesty.

Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.

I'd like to think Helen very much understood what it was to be disadvantaged in the medical field. And that that was something that she never let dictate her choices.

I got along better with the guys than with the girls. Only two girls came up to talk to me. Later I found out they were telling their boyfriends, 'If you talk to her, I'll kill you.' It's always rough with that high school thing.

My biggest dream since I was a kid was to be the woman sneaking on the pirate ship dressed like a man, who was this great sword fighter, and the captain fell in love with her.

She found me intolerable. But she got to know me, and I wore her down.

You're like the girl who left her shadow in the drawer, but when she went to get it, it wasn't there.

I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.

When a man looks across a street, sees a pretty girl, and waves at her, that's not a rendezvous, that's a passing acquaintance. When he walks across the street and nibbles on her ear, that's a rendezvous!

Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.

The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you.

I want to sing like Aretha Franklin. Before her I wanted the technical ability of Ella Fitzgerald.

When a writer becomes a reader of his or her own work, a lot can go wrong. It's like do-it-yourself dentistry.

I understand what it's like to come with your family, and to uproot yourself and come to another culture. You need a lot of support. People say, 'She's got her daughter; she's got her husband.' Yeah, but she hasn't got anyone else.

The head of a ship however has not always an immediate relation to her name, at least in the British navy.

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.

People like her because she's like a breath of fresh air. Because in the fifth book it gets so dark and Harry's always cross and then every time Luna comes in all the tension goes and she makes you laugh because she's so funny and really honest. I don't know how much I'm like her, there are some similarities but I'm more determined than her.

Truth is the daughter of time, and I feel no shame in being her midwife.

I want the French people to respect values that allow each individual to practice his or her faith, but in the frame of our common rules of secularism.

My daughter is in love with Adele. She listens to her every day. To see someone with that much passion and soul move a 9-year-old is amazing and it's magical.

The sky lovingly smiles on the earth and her children.

It is not the intelligent woman v. the ignorant woman; nor the white woman v. the black, the brown, and the red, it is not even the cause of woman v. man. Nay, tis woman's strongest vindication for speaking that the world needs to hear her voice.

If a book I've committed myself to review turns out to be 'disappointing' I make an effort to present it objectively to the reader, including a good number of excerpts from the text, so that the reader might form his or her own opinion independent of my own.

There was a subtlety about Peggy Lee. It was powerful. There was a valuable use of space. Everything was not cluttered. Her voice was out front and was the key instrument.

Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.

Nature cannot be tricked or cheated. She will give up to you the object of your struggles only after you have paid her price.

My life collapsed. People ran from me because suddenly it was 'Oh my God! It's over for her now!'

But there's always a Mass. It's not a formal Mass at all. We're sitting around her dining room table with wine and Eucharist and holding hands. It's very informal and small, but to me that's a wonderful way to have Mass.