Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

So many of man's actions appear to have no immediate consequence but, concealed, do their work until finally all catches up and forms a complex web of cause and effect.

As a reader I like both great characterization and fast moving plots. The challenge is to balance the both and not compromise one for the other.

To be desired by those who are themselves highly desirable is in itself an aphrodisiac.

Danger is an aphrodisiac.

Death strips all men of dignity.

A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.