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.'

Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.

Look, if some guy dressed in his mother's clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.

[Everyone needs] a woman who'll listen, take your side, tell the truth - or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who'll love you no matter how much you screw up.

It takes a lot of spine and stomach to make yourself into something when no one gives you a foundation.

Grudges are bridges with faulty spans. Falling off one is a lot more rewarding than getting stuck on the other side.

((Doc is getting ready to do a Pap-smear on Reece)) "Looks healthy," Doc commented. "Good, because it hasn't been getting any exercise in quite a while." When she heard Willow smother a laugh, Reece just closed her eyes. She had to remember some old saying about being careful of thoughts. They become words.