We All Look. The Lucky Find.

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

If You Don't Go After What You Want, You'll Never Have It.

A Woman Who Can Threaten Your Life Before Breakfast Is The Only Sort Of Woman Worth Having.

Everything I Know, I Learned From Dogs.

Why Couldn't She Have This, Just Enjoy This, Without Creating Obstacles, Digging Up Problems, Worrying About Mistakes, About Tomorrow's? Why Let The Maybe's, The What If's, The Probabilities Spoil Something So Lovely?