Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

The best person to write for is yourself—and what better place to start than in a journal.

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

God forbid that women have fantasies.

I really like clever men who challenge you.

Never trust a man who can dance.