The best part of myself, that's what you are. Do you think I'm going to leave it to the vulgar pawing of a second-rate detective who thinks you're a "dame"? Do you think I could bear the thought of him holding you in his arms, kissing you, loving you?
(Jay Dratler, U.S. screenwriter, Samuel Hoffenstein (1889-1947), U.S. screenwriter, Betty Reinhardt, U.S. screenwriter, and Otto Preminger. Waldo Lydecker (Clifton Webb), Laura (1944).
To Laura Hunt as he is about to shoot her.)
I wonder what subtle form of manslaughter is next on the program. Am I to be dropped into a vat of molten steel and become part of a new skyscraper, or are you going to ask this female to kiss me again and poison me to death?
(Ernest Lehman (b.1920), U.S. screenwriter. Alfred Hitchcock. Roger Thornhill (Cary Grant), North by Northwest, Thornhill is speaking sarcastically to enemy agent Phillip Vandamm (James Mason) about his murderous intentions and his equally dangerous mistress, Eve Kendall (Eva Marie Saint). (1959).)
Everyone knows that by far the happiest and universally enjoyable age of man is the first. What is there about babies which makes us hug and kiss and fondle them, so that even an enemy would give them help at that age?
My friend devotes himself to his life, whenever he can find the spare time. His motto is: 'Don't just sit there: live!' So he's too busy to stand, to walk, to do anything, except to live. He even refused to kiss a girl, when invited, on the grounds that it was time again to be living. Schedules are sacred to him.
(Marvin Cohen, U.S. author and humorist. The Self-Devoted Friend, New Directions (1967).)
I know nothing, I am neither woman nor girl; I have been living in a dream and when someone kissed me, it made me want to laugh. Now I am here before you, it seems as though I have just awakened and it is morning.
(Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980), French novelist, dramatist, philosopher, political scientist. Methuen (1963). Dirty Hands, act 6, sc. 2, Gallimard (1948).)
Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. repr. in Phoenix: The Posthumous Papers of D.H. Lawrence, pt. 4, ed. E. McDonald (1936). "Introduction to The Dragon of the Apocalypse by Frederick Carter," London Mercury (July 1930).
Carter's book eventually appeared under a different title and without Lawrence's introduction.)