I write about the men you want to read about but don't necessarily want to be married to.

When it's your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?

I'm not living in the shadows anymore. I want to walk in the sun. But I can't do that without you.

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.

Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.