Anything under size five isn't a woman. It's a boy with breasts.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' " "Me, too," I said.

I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write

Fear will keep you alive; indifference won't.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.