Every writer needs an editor. I don't care how good you are or think you are.

You are who you are. I know you. You believe that? "Yea but--" "You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and Soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occassionally mean as a badger, and more generous that you'll admit.

Because when you hate something, you stop doing it.

It was a joint, which put it one slippery step up from a dive.

You have to believe in it to get it.

And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.

I was having the surreal experience of having myself show myself around my office and bullpen.” “Oh! My desk. I could’ve sat at my desk. I could’ve sat at your desk.” “No.” “It’s a vid set.” “Even then, no.