Every man kills the things that he loves. Some with a look, some with flattery, the coward with a kiss.

Some people are just so happy to get published to, they sign anything. Next thing you know, they've signed over the rights to their book.

We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies.

Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees. It was only lust. And lust was not love.

As a writer, I challenge myself not to tell the same story - to tackle different characters with different issues.

I'm just trying to write a good story, strictly from imagination. People just think it's random, they don't see the rewriting, phrasing of characters, choosing the words, bringing the world to light in which the characters live in. That creates an illusion that this is real.

only a fool would argue with a fool!