People in hell want snowcones.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

You're going to be unemployed if you really think you just have to sit around and wait for the muse to land on your shoulder.

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.'

There were too many idiot men in the world, to her way of thinking. And most of them ended up bumping up against stubborn women.

Actually, I find it great fun to develop family series with lots of characters.

Things have a way of falling into place.