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

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it.

Love meant different things to different people.

Man.God.Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

She surrounded herself with books at work and at home. Her living space was a testament to her first and abiding love with shelves jammed with books tables crowded with them. She saw them not only as knowledge entertainment comfort even sanity but as a kind of artful decoration.

That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first.

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.