Mary Stewart will always be my goddess. I can pick up one of her early books - one I've read a dozen times - and still slide right into the story.

The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before I gave him ID.” “It’s a sick world, Eve.” He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. “A sick, sad world.

I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm." ----Roarke, Naked In Death

If you do not step forward you will always remain where you are.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

Men shake hands after they beat each other up; we eat chocolate.