Holding Onto Something That's Gone Only Makes

Roarke: The Bodies Of The Three Men Were Found Floating In The Chattahoochee River. Eve: I Think It'd Be Embarrassing To Be Dead In The Hoochie-coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's The Difference? Roarke: Quite A Bit, I'd Think.

Oh, God. God, Isn't That Perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad With A Layer Of Nerd. Solid, Steady, Chipping Away So Patiently, You Don't Even Know You've Had Your Shields Hacked Down Until You're Defenseless. It's The Type." "you're Not In Love With A Type, You're In Love With A Man," Penny Corrected. "or You're Not.

The Most Important Thing Is You Can't Write What You Wouldn't Read For Pleasure. It's A Mistake To Analyze The Market Thinking You Can Write Whatever Is Hot. You Can't Say You're Going To Write Romance When You Don't Even Like It. You Need To Write What You Would Read If You Expect Anybody Else To Read It.

I Promised Myself That No Matter Where I Went, What I Did, I'd Never Take Anything For Granted Again.

Two Women Can't Share A House Comfortably, No Matter How Fond They Might Be Of Each Other. It's Got To Be One Woman's Kitchen.