His mind’s always on something else. He’d live in a ratty cardigan, and he’s always worrying holes in the pockets of his pants. He can never seem to find his wallet or anything in the refrigerator. And just when you think he’s not paying any attention to what you’re saying or doing, he comes up with exactly the right answer or solution.”", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“People""who expect perfection in a mate miss a lot of fun—and sweetness.", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

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

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

We make destiny with every turn, every choice.

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Give them your brains, girl, never your guts.

Not enough." Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. " Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.