If You Don't Read For Pleasure, You'll

Put All Your Eggs In One Basket... The Handle's Going To Break. Then All You've Got Is Scrambled Eggs.

Pretending The Past Doesn't Exist Is As Bad As Living In It.

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.

A Writer Never Finds The Time To Write. A Writer Makes It. If You Don't Have The Drive, The Discipline, And The Desire, Then You Can Have All The Talent In The World, And You Aren't Going To Finish A Book.

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.