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

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

It does not make you less of a woman to need a man. To need one to exist, yes, this is nonsense. To need one to give one scope and importance, this is dishonest. But to need a man, one man, to bring joy and passion? This is life

He decided there was no point in telling her he'd looked in the fridge and seen none of these things. There'd just be some variation of his mother's standard crack about Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

Hey. Hands off.” ", "“Please. Please, please, soooo pretty. Lemme just have one little touch.” "“Peabody, isn’t it embarrassing enough you’re wearing pink cowboy boots, again, without standing here drooling on my coat?”", [J.D. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

I loved the process of writing.