Nora Roberts Is Cool.

The First Real Terror Struck Him Then, And There Was Nothing Supernatural About It. It Was Only A Realization Of How Easy It Was To Trash Your Life. That Was What Was So Scary. You Just Dragged The Fan Up To Everything You Had Spent The Years Raking Together And Turned The Motherfucker On.

He Had A Massive Stroke. He Died With His Tie On. Do You Think That Could Be Our Generation's Equivalent Of That Old Saying About Dying With Your Boots On?

The Only [working] Ritual Is Making Tea. I Use The Loose Leaves And Drink It By The Gallon.

...you Need Openness And Inability To Do Anything Other Than Get To The Point.

There's Nothing Like Stories On A Windy Night When Folks Have Found A Warm Place In A Cold World.