My favorite color is you.

Jenk shook his head as he headed for the rental car counter. He felt his shoulders tightening as he walked away, certain that Izzy wasn't quite ready to be silent or invisible yet. He was halfway there when Izzy shouted, "Jenkins! I wish I could quit yew!" Of course. The obligatory Brokeback Mountain reference. Jenk flipped Zanella a double bird without bothering to look back.

He wanted to wake up to her smile every day for the rest of his life, like some stupid coffee commercial on TV.

I'm a fan of meeting readers face to face, at reader events, where we're able to sit down and take some time to talk.

I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome.

Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.

-When I was growing up, Lieutenant Uhura was a major role model for me, a strong black woman on the bridge of a starship… -In a miniskirt, answering the interplanetary telephone?