Why were there no buoys in life to show you the way?

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

If it winds up earlier, you should have a movie picked out. This is assuming she isn’t sending you the ‘let’s go back to my place’ signals. In that case—” “Don’t go there, Bob. Let’s just not go there.

Listen carefully. I'd crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

I write every day. Even if I'm not writing well, I write through it. I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Certainly the plagiarism, and dealing with the fallout of it, was the most difficult thing I've ever faced since I started writing.