There’s nothing quite like coming across a line—or an entire section—that makes me perk up in my seat and feel compelled to highlight it or write it down. No matter if they showcase beautiful writing, a poignant point, a wickedly funny sentiment, or something else entirely, these quotes stand out from a mass of great writing. And if I’ve noted so many favorites, it’s only fair that I share some of them with you.
This week, my favorite lines stress how to make a grand entrance.
There is an art to the entrance of a single woman into a party. It is timing and attitude—and dress. I had designed myself for a dramatic entrance, and I intended to see that I got my full due. To that effect I had tucked a few old cherry bombs into my spangled evening bag. I waited for a few stragglers to go inside. As I got on the porch, I lit one of the cherry bombs and threw it into the hydrangeas beside the steps.
Counting the seconds, I rang the doorbell, pushed the door open, and—kaboom! Dead hydrangea leaves fluttered behind me like confetti. After a few squawks and shrieks, everyone in the room turned to the door. There was an appreciative intake of breath from the men and a glare from the women, and I knew my strategy was doubly successful. Harold’s face showed his sincere appreciation, and Kincaid Maxwell looked pissed.
Title: Them Bones
Series: Sarah Booth Delaney #1
Author: Carolyn Haines
Publication Date: November 02, 1999
Classification: Cozy Mystery
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Nancy Opel: I was the understudy to Eva in Evita. When I went on for the lead for the first time, I had yet to rehearse the show on the full set. My problems began as a result of no one telling me that there was a giant cable on the floor behind the Casa Rosada balcony.
Wearing a big white dress, with a giant spotlight on me, I completely tripped over the cable bundle and went flying. Suddenly, I was lying on my face in the middle of the Broadway stage. I said, “Oh, this is bad.” Mandy Patinkin was singing “High Flying Adored.” He was not coming to help. The actress who played the maid was in the wings. She flashed me a look of horror, her hands on her face. I tried to get up, but my heels were hooked into my skirt. I rocked back and forth like a turtle upside down on its shell.
The actress who played the maid was in shock. She came running over to help. I thought, “I’ve got to use this. I’ve got to incorporate this into the show. It’s foreshadowing.” As she picked me up, I began weaving a bit, holding my stomach.
Then I said, “Oh, that uterine cancer is kicking in again.” I was such an idiot.
Title: Making It on Broadway: Actors’ Tales of Climbing to the Top
Author: David Wienir and Jodie Langel
Publication Date: April 2004
Classification: Entertainment, Nonfiction
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