Ethel said: "Lloyd, there's someone here you may remember-" Daisy could not restrain herself. She ran to Lloyd and threw herself into his arms. She hugged him. She looked into his green eyes, then kissed his brown cheeks and his broken nose and then his mouth. "I love you, Lloyd," she sad madly. "I love you, I love you, I love you." "I love you, too, Daisy," he said. Behind her, Daisy heard Ethel's wry voice. "You do remember, I see.
Ken FollettAn awful lot of thriller writers write women rather badly. So just doing it OK gets a lot of credit.
Ken FollettOne of the hardest things for me, now that I'm famous, is finding people who can read my stuff and give me an honest critique.
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