She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.

He'd done as he'd pleased and even had often enjoyed long runs of luck where he hadn't been caught. But the luckiest moment of his life had been being caught.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

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

If that isn't typical male stupidity! If something doesn't work, kick it or swear at it!