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

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me

My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.

A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?

All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.

I think women love to read love stories.