Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.

Very few of my characters are totally heroic or totally villainous.

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

Though I was standing in front of a mirror, I wasn't really seeing my reflection. I was seeing, very clearly, that—at the moment—I was all in the world that Eric could think of as his own. I had better not fail him.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.