Never, EVER give up. Not ever. Not EVER. Ever EVER!

I've got a folder full of rejection slips that I keep. Know why? Because those same editors are now calling my agent hoping I'll write a book or novella for them. Things change. A rejection slip today might mean a frantic call to your agent in six months.

The vampire bible, bound in human skin, written in blood, and full of prophecies that were never wrong. Trouble was, if you read the thing too long, it drove you nuts. Not "I'm having a bad day and feel bitchy" nuts or PMS nuts. "I think I'll commit felony assault on my friends and rape my boyfriend" nuts.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

You'll pay," she said stonily. "You won't be like this by this time tomorrow." "Bored and pissed off? God, I hope not.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.