She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

Mary Stewart will always be my goddess. I can pick up one of her early books - one I've read a dozen times - and still slide right into the story.

To fate and the strange way that it twists us all together.

She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory.

That's a lot of vegetables. "It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?" "Adorable." "In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. "Vegetables first.

The most important thing in writing is to have written. I can always fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank one.