Calories don’t count if they’re connected to a celebration. Everyone knows this.

When I was painting, I was painting stories I was telling myself. When I look back at it, moving to writing was a very natural progression for me.

Morelli smiled. "It could have been Jenny Ragucci. That makes much more sense. I had good luck with sluts." I looked over at him. All in the past," Morelli said. "I'm a cupcake man now." Whoa, dude," Mooner said. "That's so, like, cosmic.

Thinking very often resembles napping, but the intent is different. --Stephanie Plum

I've finally reached a stage in my career where I can do what I want.

I don't have a lot of domestic instincts," Ranger said to me, his attention fixing on the unidentifiable glob in my hair, "but I have a real strong urge to take you home and hose you down." I went dry mouth. Connie bit into her lower lip, and Lula fanned herself with a file.

I took all of my rejection letters - there must have been thousands of them in a huge box - and I went out on the curb and burned them all, crying.