Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

Ive gotten to know a number of readers from being online, and really treasure the time Ive spent with them.

An eye for an eye.” “That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.” “The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.

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.'

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day." "I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.

If sex is dignified it's not being done right.