Peabody, you never cease to amaze me." "One day I'll tell you about my granny and her five lovers." "Five lovers isn't abnormal for a woman's lifetime." "Not in her lifetime; last month. All at the same time." Peabody glanced up, deadpan. "She's ninety-eight. I hope to take after her.

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

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Life's tough," Mia said with a shrug. "You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.