Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

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

I don't think you can write - at least not well - if you don't love stories, love the written word.

Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.