“How long in woman lasts the fire of love,
If eye or touch do not relight it often.”

“O black and unknown bards of long ago,
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know
The power and beauty of the minstrels' lyre?”

“Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.”

“…love is in the eyes, and one woman knows when another woman is in love.”

“But, like love, fire didn't last.”

“Often we don't realize how God has given us an extraordinary miracle, namely love that can touch anyone. Where there is love, that's where the miracle happens.”

“Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.”

“The fires of history burn hot and long, but memories of fires do not burn long enough.”

“How beautiful was the spectacle of nature not yet touched by
the often perverse wisdom of man!”

“It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.”