Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

Happy Fuller: Somehow you always love in a special way the one who gives you the most grief.

I do not feel obliged in my reading. I read to be entertained and to relax, and to go into another world, not because it's good for me.

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

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