Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

I don't fiddle or edit or change while I'm going through that first draft.

I promised myself that no matter where I went, what I did, I'd never take anything for granted again.

Eve: Anyway, thanks for riding to the rescue. You need a white hat. Good guys wear white, right? Roarke: I look better in black.

Do you know what happens when you always look before you leap?" She reached out and touched his hand before hurrying toward the door. "You hardly ever make the jump.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

People and relationships never stop being a work in progress