Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

I am not now, and never have been, a girl friend of Henry Kissinger.

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Summer afternoon -- summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

From '86 until the summer of last year, wherever I went, people would say, ''You would have made a great James Bond! Weren't you going to be James Bond? You should have been, you could have been, you may have been.'' Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It was like unfinished business in my life. I couldn't say no to it this time around.

Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.

Dan: "Wow, I'm a complete idiot!" James: "Okay hold on, lemme get this on paper.

The time-honored bread-sauce of the happy ending.

You're so violent. You watch James Bond.

Henry James created more convincing women than Iris Murdoch put together.

Erwin: "Where are you going?" James: "To my woom" Erwin: "Your WOMB? That's a long, tight trip!

It is now 10 p.m. Do you know where Henry Kissinger is?;"Elizabeth Carpenter

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy . what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be

There was definitely frustration about Henri's non-appearance. We weren't happy about it.

Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.

A man who pretends to understand women is ad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.

It's time to start living the life you've imagined.

The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman.

Dan: "Ya know when cats are fat they're bigger than the ones who aren't fat, did ya know that?" James: "No Dan I didn't. Please do expand" Dan: "Huh?

I feel how little she can like being told of her owing me anything. No woman ever enjoys such an obligation to another woman.

There is hardly a pioneer's hut which does not contain a few odd volumes of Shakespeare. I remember reading the feudal drama of Henry V for the first time in a log cabin.

Henry James writes fiction as if it were a painful duty.

Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title, James Spalding, or Charles Budgeon, and the passengers going the opposite way could read nothing at all -- save ''a man with a red moustache,'' ''a young man in gray smoking a pipe.''

Deborah: My friend said she might come to the next meeting. James: Is she hot? Deborah: No, but she's Canadian!

If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger?;"Thomas Henry Huxley

Do you want me to suck yours?;"Janet Henry, referring to a lollipop

Experience was to be taken as showing that one might get a five-pound note as one got a light for a cigarette; but one had to check the friendly impulse to ask for it in the same way.

Carter This is the United States of James Carter here. I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito

Cats and monkeys; monkeys and cats; all human life is there.

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.

Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.

I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.

Why don't you write books people can read?;"Nora Joyce, to her husband James

Of course you're always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people as critics, however, and you'll condemn them all!

To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.

I am blackly bored when they are at large and at work; but somehow I am still more blackly bored when they are shut up in Holloway and we are deprived of them.

The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt to represent life.

People talk about the conscience, but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.

The face of nature and civilization in this our country is to a certain point a very sufficient literary field. But it will yield its secrets only to a really grasping imagination. To write well and worthily of American things one need even more than elsewhere to be a master.

It is, I think, an indisputable fact that Americans are, as Americans, the most self-conscious people in the world, and the most addicted to the belief that the other nations of the earth are in a conspiracy to under value them.

No sovereign, no court, no personal loyalty, no aristocracy, no church, no clergy, no army, no diplomatic service, no country gentlemen, no palaces, no castles, nor manors, nor old country-houses, nor parsonages, nor thatched cottages nor ivied ruins; no cathedrals, nor abbeys, nor little Norman churches; no great Universities nor public schools -- no Oxford, nor Eton, nor Harrow; no literature, no novels, no museums, no pictures, no political society, no sporting class -- no Epsom nor Ascot! Some such list as that might be drawn up of the absent things in American life.

It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.

What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?

One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.

In art economy is always beauty.

If I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.

The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern, the condition of feeling life in general so completely that you are well on your way to knowing any particular corner of it --this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.

The fatal futility of Fact.

Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.