She Quotes
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I went to a dialect coach and she told me that I had five problems; two were my Israeli accent and three were my New Jersey accent. I don't even want to know what I sounded like back then!
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'No!' shouted Arthur. 'What's wrong with you? They're people! You can't just kill hundreds or thousands of Piper's children because the Piper might... just might... make some of them do something!' 'Can't we?' asked Dame Primus. She sounded genuinely puzzled.
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The oboe is the most maddening thing of all time. I'm struggling to play something that my oboe teacher was doing when she was much younger than I am.
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Confidence is highly overrated when it comes to creating literature. A writer who is overly confident will not engage in the struggle to get it exactly right on the page - but rather, will assume that she's getting it right without the struggle.
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Personally, I think if a women hasn't met the right man by the time she's 24, she may be lucky.
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My mother is a realist, and she's had biological and adoptive children, and she said it's no different: No matter what, they're putting a stranger into your arms. You don't know them yet.
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My mom, she thought I was the best. My sisters, maybe, but maybe that's not objective or anything. But if you believe in yourself, your family believes in you, you put in the work, do it right, you only need one other person to believe in you. That doesn't seem like a lot, but sometimes it is.
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[On Princess Anne:] Such an active, outdoorsy lass. She loves nature in spite of what it did to her.
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For millions of women and men around the world, the playwright Eve Ensler is a beloved figure. She represents the epitome of the politically engaged artist, someone who uses her creative brilliance to illuminate injustice and give voice to the voiceless.
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My daughter is exceptionally chatty. I'm not a braggy mother but she is gifted - with the personality of a Russian gymnastics coach.
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She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.
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She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
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She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. 'You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!'
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Be bold! That's one wayOf getting through life.So I turn upon herAnd point out that,Faced with the wickednessOf things, she does not shiver.
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She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
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Terry's mother worked in the film industry for many years. She always wanted him to marry an actress.
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'Will you write the story?''If there is one.''Happy ending or no?' He was serious.She attempted a smile. 'Fairy tales always have a happy ending.'He leaned back in his chair. 'That depends.''On what?''On whether you are Rumplestiltskin or the Queen.'
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I just love the fact that a man possesses something that a woman can never understand because we don't have the experiences of it and that a woman possesses something that the man doesn't understand because only she possesses it.
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When a woman forsakes her vulnerability because she's been hurt or because she lives in a dangerous world or doesn't want to be used, she loses something essential about being a woman.
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I had never heard of Meghan before. I was beautifully surprised when I walked into that room and saw her, and there she was, sitting there. I thought, 'I am really going to have to up my game here, sit down, and make sure I've got a good chat.'
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I want to be a blonde vampire. Catherine Deneuve was a blonde vampire, and she was my favourite vampire ever.
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Fortune, the great commandress of the world,Hath divers ways to advance her followers:To some she gives honour without deserving,To other some, deserving without honour.
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Sometimes, though only in my most unguarded moments, I can still think of Annette Winters as my first love. At fifteen, she was tall, slender, very dark: an intelligent, sly girl possessed of what I think of now, though I didn't think of then, as a kind of debatable beauty.
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Usually, whenever my mom would come over I would try and put on music that I thought she would like just to make her feel more at ease.
