If Something Isn't Special, Then It's Ordinary.

What Do You Think? Does Everything Look Right? " " You Really Expect Me To Look At Anything But You? " She Laughed Even As Her Pulse Jittered. " Boy, I Must Be In Bad Shape When A Shopworn Line Like That Hits The Mark. " " I Mean It, " He Said And Watched Her Smile Fade. " I Adore Looking At You. " Laying A Hand On Her Knees With A Long, Slow, Thorough Kiss. " Beautiful Margo. Mine. " " Well, You're Certainly Taking My Mind Off My ... Kiss Me Again. " " Glad To.

My Apartment's Only About A Block Away." "isn't That Handy." "fate," He Countered As He Took A Seat On The Sofa And Made Himself At Home. "fantasic, Isn't It?" "one Day Very Soon, I'm Going To Tell You What You Can Do With That Fate Of Yours.

I'm A Barrel Of Monkeys, Kid, Though Mostly I Figure Monkeys Stuck In A Barrel Are Just Going To Be Pissed Off.

Fate. You Could Never Anticipate It.

I Don't Think You Can Write - At Least Not Well - If You Don't Love Stories, Love The Written Word.