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

She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

-The little things,Emma. The gestures,the moments. And the big. I let him see my heart. I gave it to him,even when I believed he couldn't or wouldn't take it. I gave it anyway-a gift. Even if he broke it. I was very brave. Love is very brave.

Marriage is a land mine. A really intimate land mine. Adultery to kitchen fires. Never a dull [moment].

Every writer needs an editor. I don't care how good you are or think you are.

But Roarke doesn't feel weird about it. He's full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did - do. It was easier when they didn't work, but it's better when they do. You know?