Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts.

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.

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

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.

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.

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