Oh, come on Em.' He stopped walking and looked me in the eyes. His own were dark and shiny. 'You know how I feel about you,' he muttered.'I do?'He stepped closer and whispered, 'When you're around, music plays in my head.'My eyes welled. 'Music,' I repeated softly.'Well, you know.' He grinned. 'It's the Jaws theme. Da dum. Da dum.

She was the kind of girl who wore dark lipstick and didn't need to speak a word to seduce you.

The complexity of your earthly array is not a guarantee for a truimphant eternity. The fact is that you need a simple life to go to heaven; not an excessively glittering body, shiny lips and charming face.

Like most little girls, I found the lure of grown-up accessories astonishing - lipstick, perfume, hats and gloves. When I write female characters in my historical novels, getting these details right is vital.

Lipstick was an easy answer to boredom. It was the most exciting thing you could do in the shortest amount of time because for a second, you got to convince yourself that you were the kind of gal who wears lipstick every day. You got to pout to yourself, and trick yourself that you were glamorous. Then in a second it was over, time to wipe it off and start again.

I put on lip balm first thing in the morning and always use it before I swipe on my red lipstick.

Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.

I was always the girl growing up who just wasn’t quite like the rest of them. I liked working hard. I liked contorting my body until I could feel the ache inside my bones, until I could feel the pain in my teeth. I liked to wear lipstick and nothing else and found myself fascinated with the shape of my lips and the different colors I could make them. I ate too little. Slept too much. Masturbated far too often and at far too young an age. I enjoyed the feeling of being naked alone behind closed doors, exploring my deepest secrets within my imagination, as I put my hand over the rapid pace of my heart to feel how nervous it made me. I blushed at the faintest mention of my name and almost perished when complimented. I loved to find the answers behind someone’s eyes. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of when someone REALLY looks at you. And I read. Every chance I got.

I used to wear a lot of red lipstick, and when I got a pimple, I'd cover it up with eyeliner to turn it into a beauty mark.

Adding sound to movies would be like putting lipstick on the Venus de Milo.