All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

I am a very linear thinker, so I write beginning to end. I write hundreds of pages per book that never make it into print

No such thing as a hard woman, Memphis,just soft men. With that, I turned, and the others followed me.

They be crazier than we are.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.