I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

Embarrassment isn't a just cause of action.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it