My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

I was educated by the nuns. Guilt and discipline — combine those and you'll be pretty productive.

I don't base any character on a real person, and really don't do composites either. I make them up.

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.

Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.