Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

Roarke Cares Very Much For Beth And For Me, And A Few Select Others. But Loves? I'm Not Sure He'd Let Himself Risk Quite That Unstable An Emotion.

Every Writer Has To Figure Out What Works Best - And Often Has To Select And Discard Different Tools Before They Find The One That Fits.

In All The Illusions, You're The Only Truth That I Need

I Saw You Standing On A Veranda You'd Built With Your Own Hands. And I Loved You.

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.