I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

I had never realized a woman could have to struggle to keep her hands off a man, but here I was, digging my nails into my palms, staring at the inside of my eyelids as though I could maybe see through them if I peered hard enough.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

But there's a juicy artery in your groin," he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. "Don't you talk dirty," I told him. "I won't listen to that.

I didn't know what to think about first: me seeing Claude naked, Claude seeing me naked, or the whole fact that we were related and naked in the same room. (Sookie Stackhouse, Dead in the Family)

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly