I'm being followed so much I'm causing traffic jams.

Four rehabs meant a fifth was somewhere down the road.

I don't feel stupid, just inadequate. After three years of studying the law, I'm very much aware of how little I know.

I was on the verge of tears, so I turned and ran past the trailer and along the field road until I was safely out of their sight. Then I ducked into the cotton and waited for friendly voices. I sat on the hot ground, surrounded by stalks four feet tall, and I cried, something I really hated to do.

There's always such a rush to judgment. It makes a fair trial hard to get.

I learned that lesson a long time ago. When you write popular fiction, you're going to get bashed by critics.

You need some coffee, don't you?" "Yes, I've only had a gallon.