I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.

You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

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