Quotes About Susan

Susan, Susan -- Poetry: aviation! Prose: infantry. [to Susan Sontag]

I have been to Libya and walked the streets of Benghazi myself.

He suddenly remembered the tape he had taken from Susan's answering machine, and hoped to God there wasn't anything more important in Gordon's message than ravings about rabbits.

We were English, and so had only those morally laden English words to deal with: words like scarlet woman, and adulteress. But there was never anyone less scarlet than Susan; and, as she once told me, when she first heard people talking about adultery, she thought it referred to the watering-down of milk.

The Etiquette of Illness, a book from 2004 by a social worker and psychotherapist named Susan Halpern,

Why, I wonder, should the popularity of a news story matter to me? Does it mean it's a good story or just a seductive one?

Susan is just great. I know I'm biased, but she's a great actress.

In 1944 James Arthur and Minnie Susan were added to the Marx household.

The second host that I had was an actress I didn't know named Susan St. James.

I feel so honored to be reprising the role of Janet Weiss and stepping into Susan Sarandon's shoes.

Susan Bloom is a combination of the super agent and the super lawyer.

Susan Rice has as much trouble with her memory as Hillary Clinton.

I lit my last cigarette and said my little prayers. Clare, here's one for you. Susan, here's one for you. Jeanette, here's one for you. Paula, they're all for you. And the unborn. I sat there, singing along to The Little Drummer Boy, with those far off days, those days of grace, coming down. Waiting for the blue lights. Ninety miles an hour.

When Susan went to the calf place, there in a nest of hay in the stall, lay a small, damp, red, curly-haired little calf, with shapely head and white face and body like a fawn's.

Susan told me on the way out," Hawk said, "how you been spreading your charm around town and now they ready to lynch your ass." "Charm can only carry you so far," I said.

We finished breakfast and got our luggage. Susan carried my small overnight bag. I carried her big bag, and her smaller one, and the one that contained her makeup, and one she referred to as the big poofy one, and a large straw hat she had worn to the beach, which didn't fit into anything. "Why don't you get a bellman," Susan said.

Susan came into the living room with her cowboy boots on and no other clothes. "Howdy," I said.

Susan had decided to sit by the pool at the hotel with a copy of a book by Alice Miller called The Drama of the Gifted Child.

I got up and let Pearl in. She dashed into the room, jumped on the bed, turned around about twelve times, and plumped down hard against Susan, in the spot that until recently had been occupied by me.

I ate in the silence and drank my coffee and looked occasionally at Susan's picture on my desk. Let us be true to one another, dear.

I haven't seen so many Anglo Saxons in one place since the Republican Convention," I said. "You've never been to the Republican Convention," Susan said.

So you think it's an accident?" "No." "Couldn't you have said that to start?" "I have a Ph.D.," Susan said. "From Harvard. If I had done postdoctoral work I wouldn't be able to speak at all." "Of course," I said.

Absolutely," Susan said. "It certifies that you're pussy whipped." "I brought you." "I rest my case," Susan said.

This place is so Cambridge," Susan said, "it gives me goose bumps." "Cambridge give you goose bumps?" I said to Hawk. "Hives," Hawk said.