She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr. O'Connor's voice. Why should a man already devilishly handsome also have a voice that could charm birds from the sky? It simply wasn't fair.

As for inspiration, I find stark fear of missing the deadline very inspiring.

You have to be very clear with yourself about how you're going to spend your time. When a child is at school or napping, you need to realize that this is your writing time and you don't spend it surfing the Internet or reading.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. -Lazarus to his mother.

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

Dear God. She ached, wanting something that she knew was a sin. Wanting a man who was sin itself.