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.

Dogs are high on life. Cats need catnip.

I have six illegitimate children," Villiers informed her, not kindly. She visibly paled. :My daughter is marrying a duke," the duchess said between clenched teeth. "True, he apparently has the morals of a squirrel, but that's my cross to bear.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.

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

They were partners. She would always make impulsive decisions and he would make slow, reasoned ones. He would always be a little terrified that she would look at him with the scorn he saw in his mother's eyes. And she would always be a little terrified that he would look at her and not love her enough. In short, they were made for each other.