There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

Moments came and went, she thought. It was love that bound them together into a life.

He was one of the many toads you have to go through to find the prince.

My fondest wish, I suppose, would be to die at the keyboard right after finishing a book, perhaps with a little time off to have some really good sex. It's not, 'Oh, thank God, this is book No. 250. I can die now.'

Decisions made quickly were almost always regretted quickly.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.