People aren’t carved out of marble. We’re all works in progress. The trick is to define ourselves, rather than let outside influences define us.

“ACKBAR – O knavery Most vile, O trick of Empire’s basest wit. A snare, a ruse, a ploy: and we the fools. What great deception hath been plied today – O rebels, do you hear? Fie, ’tis a trap!”

A boyfriend – a husband? – might just do the trick. It wasn’t that I needed anyone. I was, as I previously stated, perfectly fine.

In Mexico we have a trick – add a crystal of salt to the kettle and the tea tastes better, almost English. But after four pots, your kettle’s broken.

Dreams seem to be spurred on not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet what complicated tricks my reason has played sometimes in dreams.

I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.

I don’t think about one trick or the other, they just happen.

But the tricks I use are ones that will hopefully benefit the team.

I’m English. I can’t accept happiness that easily. There’s got to be a trick in there somewhere.

The trick to any profession is making it look easy.

Little by little does the trick.

No, this trick won’t work…How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

People teach their dogs to sit, it’s a trick. I’ve been sitting my whole life, and a dog has never looked at me as though he thought I was tricky.

The devil’s finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.