Men are boys in bigger packages.

She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.

If you don't read for pleasure, you'll lose your edge as a writer.

One of my greatest pleasures is falling into a story someone else has written.

Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?

I won't consider getting horizontal with someone I can barely tolerate when we're vertical.

Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless." "He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.