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.'

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

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

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.

Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?