I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

I always counsel aspiring novelists that passion is the most important quality for a writer to possess - technique can be taught, but that relentless desire to write has to come from within.

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

Hunt looked like a man who had visited many woman's beds and knew exactly what to do in them.

Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.

Tell me about our legal issues. And use small words. I don't like to think at this hour of the morning. It hurts." ~Leo to Merripen