Cats always land on their feet. Dogs don't.

I love you," he said, his voice catching. "When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

Oh, I have felt lust. And I've indulged lust. But no other woman has turned me into another person.

Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.

Dogs do tricks. Cats play tricks.