I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

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

One more time, she promised herself. That wasn't too trollopy. She wouldn't be too trollopy. But when they actually got to the guardhouse? Trollopy.

There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel.

I don't want to have to earn love by giving up my ability to make decisions that determine how I live.

We all think we have time, you know. It's this miracle substance and there seems to be so much of it, and then all of a sudden, it's gone.

Dogs are high on life. Cats need catnip.