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

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

((Doc is getting ready to do a Pap-smear on Reece)) "Looks healthy," Doc commented. "Good, because it hasn't been getting any exercise in quite a while." When she heard Willow smother a laugh, Reece just closed her eyes. She had to remember some old saying about being careful of thoughts. They become words.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.

Be yourself. Be true to that, to your heart. Patience. See what happens if you step back instead of bounding forward.

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.

If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.