Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked...that's the moment you may be starting to get it right.

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?

They were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.