I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.

Let Me Get This Thing Straight, Inigo--we Had Scraps For Dinner? I'm In Your Fantasy And The Best You Can Come Up With Is Scraps?" She Turned Toward The Door Then. "you Have No Chance Of Winning My Heart.

Inconceivable!" "you Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means.

The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

A Good Writer Is Not Someone Who Knows How To Write- But How To Rewrite

I’ll Tell You The Truth And Its Up To You To Live With It.