The most important thing in writing is to have written. I can always fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.

It was best not to think, not to analyze. It was best to accept and act.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

I don't believe for one moment you can write well what you wouldn't read for pleasure.

When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.