"Miss Dudley ... gives one the idea of a lightly-sparred yacht in mid- ocean; unexpected; you ask yourself what the devil she is d...oing there. She sails gaily along, though there is no land in sight and plenty of rough weather coming. She never read a book, I believe, in her life. She tries to paint, but she is only a second-rate amateur and will never be any thing more, though she has done one or two things which I give you my word I would like to have done myself. She picks up all she knows without an effort and knows nothing well, yet she seems to understand whatever is said. Her mind is as irregular as her face, and both have the same peculiarity. I notice that the lines of her eyebrows, nose and mouth all end with a slight upward curve like a yacht's sails, which gives a kind of hopefulness and self-confidence to her expression. Mind and face have the same curves."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Devil: I'll tell you what. You want to hedge your bet with me? Make eternity a little less ... hellish? Amanda: What did you ...have in mind? Devil: Did you see Rosemary's Baby?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I hate to paint portraits! I hope never to paint another portrait in my life.... Portraiture may be all right for a man in his you...th, but after forty I believe that manual dexterity deserts one, and, besides, the colour-sense is less acute. Youth can better stand the exactions of a personal kind that are inseparable from portraiture. I have had enough of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not with me esteemed above thy life.... I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all Here to this devil, to deliver you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »