I'd Never Believed In Luck. Never Had

The Third Guy Was Different. He Was What You Got When You Ate Squirrels For Four Generations. Smarter Than A Rat And Tougher Than A Goat, And Jumpier Than Either One.

I Have Three Desks. One Empty For Paperwork, One For The Internet And Email, And One For The Writing Computer.

I Have The "thing" Worked Out - The Trick Or The Surprise Or The Pivotal Fact. Then I Just Start Somewhere And Let The Story Work Itself Out.

I'm Twenty-nine, Yes Really, I'm From Aspen, Colorado, I'm Six Feet One, Yes Really, I've Been At Quantico Two Years, Yes I Date Guys, No I Dress Like This Just Because I Like It, No I'm Not Married, No I Don't Currently Have A Boyfriend, And No I Don't Want To Have Dinner With You Tonight.

I Had Been Coming To America Very Frequently For Many, Many Years, So I Had Plenty Of Exposure - And Maybe The Best Kind Of Exposure, Because I Think First Impressions Are Very Important. Maybe I Notice Stuff That Is Just Subliminal To People Who Live Here All The Time.