Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

He Decided There Was No Point In Telling Her He'd Looked In The Fridge And Seen None Of These Things. There'd Just Be Some Variation Of His Mother's Standard Crack About Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

You're The Woman In My Life,” He Said. “another Thing About Me And My Brothers? We Look After The Women In Our Lives. We Don't Know Any Other Way.

Earrings Are Like Orgasms. You Can Never Have Too Many." " I Never Thought About It Quite That Way." Well, You're A Man. " She Gave His Knee A Friendly Pat.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

He Gave Her A Quick, Casual Kiss On The Cheek First. Then Came The Hug, And It Was The Hug That Always Made Laurel’s Heart Mush. Serious Grip, Cheek To The Hair, Eyes Closed, Just A Little Sway. Del’s Hugs Mattered, She Thought, And Made Him Impossible To Resist.