If something isn't special, then it's ordinary.

Half full, half empty, what the hell difference does it make? If there's something in the damn glass, drink it.

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.

You said we've got a new page. I figure I've got some say in what gets written on it. So I'm going to work on you. Last time around, you threw yourself at me.” “I did no such thing.” “Sure you did. But I can see I've got my work cut out for me this time. That's okay.” He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles before she jerked her hand free. “In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy it.” “I don't know why I waste my time trying to mend fences with you. You're as arrogant as you ever were.” “Just the way you like me, sweetheart.

I don't kick a man when he's down, unless I'm the one who put him down in the first place. I don't put him down unless he deserves it. And I don't break my word if I give it. So I'll give you my word.

If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations.

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