If you don't read for pleasure, you'll lose your edge as a writer.

It looks like Armani and Cartier went to war.

What other thing, Eve?" "I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

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

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again." Kathy sighed. "I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude?" "No." She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? "No one special." "If they're not special, what would the point be?

You spend your life getting walked on, you learn to recognize the tread.