Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

I like your manly bravado," she said. "Do it some more.

Someone's parents have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs.

With his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the ladies.' 'Courting, dear,' my father corrected gently. 'Semantics,' she shrugged.

You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.

Nobody cooks using just one ingredient. Why would you write using just one flavor of story?

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.