It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

You--roarke." Eyes Watering, She Reached For More Tissue. "jesus, Eve. Jesus Christ, You Never Sleep With Anybody. And You're Telling Me You Slept With Roarke?" "that's Not Precisely Accurate. We Didn't Sleep.

I Want To See You Again." He Stopped, Took Her Face In His Hands. "i Need To See You Again." Her Pulse Jumped, As If It Had Nothing To Do With The Rest Of Her. "roarke, What's Going On Here?" "lieutenant." He Leaned Forward, Touched His Lips To Hers. "indications Are We're Having A Romance.

[as A Writer] You Have To Have The Three D's: Drive, Discipline And Desire. If You're Missing Any One Of Those Three, You Can Have All The Talent In The World, But It's Going To Be Really Hard To Get Anything Done.

Some Things In Life Are Out Of Your Control. You Can Make It A Party Or A Tragedy.