It's No Fun To Be A Bluestocking

Best Of All She Liked His Eyes, Such A Translucent Golden Brown, And So Laughing.

What Was Sleep? A Blessing, A Respite From Life, An Echo Of Death, A Demanding Nuisance?

There Is No Doubt That It Is More Difficult To Read And More Difficult To Write But I Still Manage.

...she Looked Like The Sort Of Woman Most Men Would Want To Get To Know Because They Weren't Sure What Went On Inside.

In The Touch, The Love Scenes Are The Same As They Were In The Thorn Birds Or Anything Else Ive Ever Written. I Find A Way Of Saying That Either It Was Heaven Or Hell But In A Way That Still Leaves Room For The Reader To Use Their Own Imagination.