Henry nodded, thinking, 'If you were any more whipped, little brother, they'd serve you on ice cream.

Did you ever realize you have more opinions about my life than your own life?

Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle." "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle." She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.

What happens in the past, is in the past. But don't be surprised if it comes back and haunts you.

I love you, Elizabeth... and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.

I would be rejected if I submitted any of my novels as romance novels.

you have to love something before you can hate it.