Kathleen Turner Quotes

You have to tell him ‘go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,’” I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, “or else he won’t go.” Blane looked at me. “I’m not doing that,” he said flatly. “But then he’ll go on the bed,” I protested. “How about I just point my gun at him,” he deadpanned.

It’s been six weeks. If Blane hasn’t sealed the deal by now, its open season.

Neither Blane nor I are your happily-ever-after princess. Blane will break your heart, and I’m the guy your mom warned you about. Don’t kid yourself about that.

I'm not the hero, princess," he said roughly. "Hell, I'm not even the good guy. Don't try to pretend I'm something I'm not.

They had a lot of rules that got in the way," Kade said dismissively. "Those are called laws, Kade," Bland said stiffly. "Whatever they are," Kade continued unperturbed, "I decided I would enjoy myself more as a ...... freelancer." "Vigilante, you mean," Blane clarified. "You say tomato......" Kade sighed in mock frustration.

It would be too easy to become infatuated with a man like him, and also decidedly unwise considering the female debris left in his wake.

What I meant to say," he said in my ear, "is that you're beautiful, no matter what you're wearing, and that dress makes me wish I had another man's soul.

Stop saying things like that! You can’t… tell me all of that and then walk off like it’s no big deal! You’re killing me... Offer me something or offer me nothing, but stop trying to play both sides.

Alcohol was a great numbing agent. Screw the chocolate and ice cream – I’ll take vodka to heal a broken heart.

You're the best time I've ever had.

Being a sex symbol has to do with an attitude, not looks. Most men think it's looks, most women know otherwise. ~Kathleen Turner

It means you’re beautiful. Desirable. That I can’t keep my hands off you any more than I can tell my heart to stop beating. It means I listen for your voice when I know you’re near and love it when I can smell your perfume on my clothes at the end of the day.

Besides, he was....Kade, a drop-dead (sometimes literally) gorgeous man who had danger and sex oozing from his pores.

How do you live with a regret so deep it cuts through every part of you?

His lips twitched at my defiance. He moved his face even nearer to mine, our lips inches apart. "You feel that?" he nearly whispered, his voice low and intent. "You feel that rage inside? Burning hot in the pit of your stomach?" Confused, I hesitantly nodded. What was he doing? "That's what's going to keep you alive, " he said. "Hold on to it. Fear will only sign your death warrant. Stay mad, princess.

Be sure to fall in love with someone who loves you more than you love them.

Sooner or later, you’ll choose,” he whispered. “You’ll want one of us more than you don’t want to hurt the other. And you’ll choose. I want to be the one you can’t live without.

Are we going to do this now, brother?” Kade asked, his voice deceptively smooth, though Blane could see a flicker of fear in his eyes. Kade’s hold tightened on Kathleen, as though he was afraid that Blane would take her from him. “You mean talk about the elephant in the room?” Blane said dryly, cocking an eyebrow. “She’d get pretty pissed off if she heard you call her an elephant.

The thing about passing out, it's really not as bad as it sounds. Rather, it's more like your body says, "you go on ahead--I'm just going to take a moment.

Admit it,” he whispered. “You love it when I go all Batman.

They had a lot of rules that got in the way," Kade said dismissively. "Those are called laws, Kade

He glanced down at me, a tiny smirk on his face. “I thought you like it when I go all Batman,” he teased. “Yeah, well, all Batman’s girlfriends die,” I retorted. “You watch too many movies.

I don’t care if you go to bed smelling like him, so long as you wake up smelling like me.

It wasn’t really a date,” I said. “Just dinner.” “Did he pay?” “Yes.” “Did he kiss you?” A bit of a hesitation this time. “Yes.” “Then it was a date.

I never knew who and what I could be, until I met you. You see the very heart of me.

Self-appointed detective by day, pop princess by night

You feel that?" he nearly whispered, his voice low and intent. "You feel that rage inside? Burning hot in the pit of your stomach?" ... "That's what's going to keep you alive," he said. "Hold on to it. Fear will only sign your death warrant. Stay mad, princess.

I liked the dark. Most people were afraid of the dark, but to me, the dark had always been comforting. You could be yourself, say anything you wanted to say, and trust the night to keep your secrets. What happened in the long, silent hours from dusk until dawn was like a place out of time.

Four inches The difference between life and death for you tonight was four inches.

You're mine now, Kat

I told Jack I loved Body Heat. Because he's out here in the sticks and so he doesn't see anything. I said it was a real hot movie. He kept asking about the girl, Kathleen Turner, and I said that she'd never be remembered.

You choose to stay with me, them I'm going to fuck you." My jaw dropped. "What?" "You heard me. That's the only reason I keep you around, I mean, come on, princess," he continued derisively, "you're more of a liability than an asset in this line of work. But having an easy lay within reach is convenient." It's just a matter of time before you spread your legs for me." ... "Blane doesn't have to know," he said, his hand cupping my breast through my thin t-shirt. "I'll fuck you, then you can back to him, and only you and I will know he got my sloppy seconds.

Endings were hard, even more so when they faded away rather than exploding into dust

What’d he say?” she asked. “He kissed me.” She whistled. “Gotta like his style, girl.

It's like Hooker Barbie masquerading as Nancy Drew

It was the guys who’d been bullied and roughed up for being the smallest in the class. Those guys had learned early how to fight tooth-and-nail, how to survive through any means necessary. And Kade should know. He’d been one of them. They grew up to be more dangerous than any of the bullies.

Appearing nude on film was not easy when I was twenty-six in Body Heat; it was even harder when I was forty-six in The Graduate, on the stage, which is more up close and personal than film. After my middle-age nude scene, though, I unexpectedly got letters from women saying, "I have not undressed in front of my husband in ten years and I'm going to tonight." Or, "I have not looked in the mirror at my body and you gave me permission." These affirmations from other women were especially touching to me because when I began The Graduate I'd just come through a period when I felt a great loss of confidence, when my rheumatoid arthritis hit me hard and I literally couldn't walk or do any of the things that I was so used to doing. It used to be that if I said to my body, "Leap across the room now," it would leap instantly. I don't know how I did it, but I did it. I hadn't realized how much my confidence was based on my physicality. On my ability to make my body do whatever I wanted it to do. I was so consumed, not just by thinking about what I could and couldn't do, but also by handling the pain, the continual, chronic pain. I didn't realize how pain colored my whole world and how depressive it was. Before I was finally able to control my RA with proper medications, I truly had thought that my attractiveness and my ability to be attractive to men was gone, was lost. So for me to come back and do The Graduate was an affirmation to myself. I had my body back. I was back.

Where did the three of them go from here? Blane couldn’t say. All he knew was that he loved Kade and Kathleen beyond anyone and anything else—and he’d do whatever he had to in order to see them both happy. If that cost him Kat forever, so be it, but he wasn’t going to give up until he heard it from her own mouth that they were over. She loved Kade, but she loved him, too, which meant he still had a chance.

Outside was bitter cold, December having hit Buffalo hard. The streets were empty. The snow and freezing temperatures had driven even the panhandlers and criminals inside. For a brief moment, Kade longed for a cigarette. Despite having kicked the habit years ago, the cravings lingered. He slipped into his car, the engine of the Mercedes coming to life easily despite the weather. Kade’s watch signaled

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The case was beyond compelling. In fact, it reminded me of the plot to the old movie Body Heat starring William Hurt and Kathleen Turner. There was money, betrayal, sex, and murder. Bill McLaughlin was fifty-five years old at the time of his death, and had been a brilliant businessman.

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moment, he frowned in concentration, trying to remember her name. When it didn’t immediately come to mind, he shrugged, grabbed his leather jacket, and quietly let himself out

I remembered saying the same thing to him about my black eye. “Good, because it looks horrible,” I retorted

There had been an energy between Kade and me, an attraction and chemistry that was both compelling and dangerous.

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I have been writing my whole life: stories and plays and sketches and scripts and poems and jokes. Most feel alive. And fluid. Breathing organisms made better by the people who come into contact with them. But this book has nearly killed me. Because, you see, a book? A book has a cover. They call it a jacket and that jacket keeps the inside warm so that the words stay permanent and everyone can read your genius thoughts over and over again for years to come. Once a book is published it can’t be changed, which is a stressful proposition for this improviser who relies on her charm. I’ve been told that I am “better in the room” and “prettier in person.” Both these things are not helpful when writing a book. I am looking forward to a lively book-on-tape session with the hope that Kathleen Turner agrees to play me when I talk about some of my darker periods. One can dream.

I feel different, better, about my personal life as well as my professional life. So much confidence comes simply because I have reached this very good age. Women my age today are forging new ground. Society stops defining us by our reproductive capacity, sexual attractiveness, or other traditional measures, so we become liberated from stereotype. We are freed to grow into our full selves. I couldn’t have allowed myself to feel so positive in the past. When I was at the height of my film career, I didn’t have the kind of respect I now have from the theatrical community. I hadn’t yet proved that I have the chops for the stage. But now I have a stature I’ve never before enjoyed. Virginia Woolf herself observed that when her Aunt Mary left her enough money to live on, her financial independence meant she “need not hate” or “flatter any man.” She said this was of even more value to her freedom and autonomy than the right to vote.

Their eyes met, green to blue.

You hold my heart and my soul. I promise to be with you, to be your friend and your lover. I’ll be your strength when you’re weak, your comfort when you’re sad. You are the best part of me, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I will love you, for always.

I looked in your eyes and saw my perfect match. You’re every good thing I’ve ever dreamed my husband would be. I never knew who and what I could be, until I met you. You see the very heart of me. It beats only for you, and always will.

I never knew who and what I could be, until I met you. You see the very heart of me. It beats only for you, and always will.

It was surreal, the people I passed as I drove back to the hospital. Everyone acted as though life were normal. My world had fallen apart, but the sun still shone like it was any other day.

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If you want to get a bookworm riled, all you need to do is either tell them the movie was better or diss a book boyfriend. Then it was on.

Be sure to fall in love with someone who loves you more than you love them,

You're so combative," he accused softly.  "Are you this way with everyone or just me?"  His

Leaning closer, he placed his lips at my ear.  "But I'm not a nice man," he whispered, "and I know you like me.

Alcohol was a great numbing agent.  Screw the chocolate and ice cream – I’ll take vodka to heal a broken heart.

Blane doesn’t have to know,” he said, his hand cupping my breast through my thin T-shirt. “I’ll fuck you, then you can go back to him, and only you and I will know he got my sloppy seconds.

So what kind of moronic idiot would let a girl like you get away?

loved his car. I loved being with him in his car. It was sleek and powerful, just like him.

Kade cares about Kade, Blane.  He was just doing what you wanted him to – keeping me safe.” His lips twisted into a slightly bitter smile.  “Yes, ironic, isn’t it.  I pushed him on you, and now I may pay the price.

It’s true,” Kade insisted, the timbre of his voice lowering. “I look in your eyes and see my soul written there.

Stop,” I warned. “Don’t do this. Let me go.” “You were never in the plan,” he whispered. “God, I wish I’d never met you.” The anguish in his voice tore through me even as his words cut deep. “Just so I wouldn’t have to feel this way anymore.

Somehow I knew that if I went with him, there would be no turning back, a line in the sand would have been crossed.

Sorry, princess," he murmured after a moment, dragging his eyes back up to mine.  "I'm just a man with a very beautiful, and very naked, woman on his lap.

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There are ways to avoid that,” he whispered in my ear, sending a delicious shiver through me. And indeed, there were, as he proceeded to show me.

adrenaline

I was touched that he was concerned; it seemed genuinely nice people grew harder and harder to find with each passing day. “What’s your name?

I don’t need a man to make my life complete.

Some words of wisdom. Always jump at an opportunity. Even if you might fall flat on your face. The risk is worth it.

I did see that dress. Paige looks stunning in it because she’s as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. The only one looking ugly right now is you, Sierra.

I’m the girl who got picked last for dodgeball. I’m the girl no one wanted to dance with. I’m the ugly friend the wingman had to distract so his friend could get laid.

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Kathleen Turner’s

I've tried to prepare my daughter for the phenomenon I've experienced of beautiful young women being dismissed and devalued as interchangeable. I tell Rachel that if a relationship doesn't make you feel good about yourself as an individual, then it's not right. My grandmother told me once years ago that if you're ever with somebody who you find embarrasses you in public or private, you're with the wrong person. Walk away.