Covering a historic event is perfectly legitimate. It's…

Everything I say about [writing] battles applies equally well in the boudoir.

— Chris Humphreys

Didn't love, like a plant from India, require a prepared soil, a particular temperature? Sighs in the moonlight, long embraces, tears flowing over hands…

— Gustave Flaubert

I once went to the Mayfair club Annabel's and the best thing about it was the Ladies. Perfumed air, exotic wallpaper, full-length mirrors -…

— Susanna Reid

“...my mother took a younger man as a lover. They spent all day in her boudoir, festering in each other's company.”

— Tash Aw

Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited. Her wings are clipped,…

— Simone de Beauvoir

Oh yes, I dated Orson Welles. We had many encounters on both coasts. I remember the first time he saw me in a boudoir,…

— Maila Nurmi

The logic: Reading is a private pursuit, one that often takes place behind closed doors. A young lady might retreat with a book, might…

— Siri Hustvedt

It is extremely difficult to say how long the process actually took to finally achieve my fragrance, Boudoir, because there was a lot of…

— Vivienne Westwood

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

— Kathleen Winsor

As she sallied forth from her boudoir, you would never have guessed how quickly she could strip for action.

— William Manchester

In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself…

— Honore de Balzac

“So it's happened. I close my eyes again, and blank out the boudoir. Instead the image of himm standing next to me inthe garden…

— Sadie Matthews

“She pushed open the door to the restaurant. More lunchtime bustle, mostly women in hats with their coats thrown over the backs of chairs,…

— Alice McDermott

A girl never can predict who might wander into her boudoir during a bubble bath.

— John Burnham Schwartz

Working-girls, in pairs and groups and swarms, loitered by these windows, choosing their future boudoirs from some resplendent display which included even a man's…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald