The Purest Magic Is In The Heart.

I Never Had A Plan, Except To Write. I Love What I Do, And Have From The Beginning. Loving What You Do Makes It A Lot Easier To Work, Every Day, To Face The Tough Spots And Heel In For The Long Haul. Nothing Against Plans; They Work For Some People. But For Me, If I'd Been Planning, Worrying About Numbers, Trying To Micro-manage My Career, I Wouldn't Have Focused On The Writing. If You Don't Write, You're Not Read. If You're Not Read, You Don't Sell. So That's My Master Plan, I Guess. Write The Books, Let The Agent Agent, The Editor Edit, The Publisher Publish.

When You Find Nothing... It Means You're Eliminating What Surrounds The Something.

Roarke Cares Very Much For Beth And For Me, And A Few Select Others. But Loves? I'm Not Sure He'd Let Himself Risk Quite That Unstable An Emotion.

Sex Might Satisfy, Food Might Fuel, Love Might Sustain, But Without Coffee, What Is The Point?

A Woman Doesn't Want To Be Told She Looks Nice,' Jude Nuttered As She Sat Down Beside Maud's Grave. "she Wants To Be Told She's Beautiful, Sexy. That She Looks Outrageous. It Dosen't Matter If Its Not True.' She Sighed And Laid The Flowers Against The Headstone. 'because For The Moment, When The Words Are Said And The Words Are Heard, It's Perfect Truth.