“Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.”

The gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

I shall go the way of the open sea

To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin

For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

All I know how to do is take what’s on my mind and spit it out funny. I don’t know what else I could do besides comedy.

Besides… next to giving pain my favourite sport’s to feel it.

Besides the mistakes that are pointed out, I love the way readers become involved with the characters.

I think the writer’s quite low down in the hierarchy really. But the fact that they took the piss out of Nicholas [Hynter] who, besides being the director, is also director of the National Theatre is, I’d have thought, slightly more risky.

If we are inclined to forget how much there is in the world besides that which we anticipate, then works of art are perhaps a little to blame, for in them we find at work the same process of simplification or selection as in the imagination.

The best beauty secret, besides sleep and plenty of water, is do whatever it is – before you go out, before you need to feel beautiful – do whatever makes you feel confident.

Should women be on any pills besides birth control? We should just give them all sugar pills for everything, they’re so suggestible.

I’m not losing you again. You’re with me. I want you there beside me. Always.