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.

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

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 come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later.

Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.

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

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.