How I hate you, " he said softly. "If hate were stone I could build a tower into the clouds.

My husband and I went to Bald Head Island for our four-year anniversary. We spent the night in bed with champagne, tequila and Krispy Kreme doughnuts and watched a boxing match on Showtime.

A sleeping cat is ever alert.

But I've never considered myself any kind of heartthrob. It sounds painful.

Sometimes, being happy or being nice can leave me feeling a bit hung out to dry. Especially if everyone else who I'm around is way more guarded.

Well, my mom was an Olympian, so we have some good genes on that front.

I am a whole lot of trouble.

But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!

I have never sought the reason why I write.

I have never pretended to be a great House of Commons man, but I pay the House the greatest compliment I can by saying that, from first to last, I never stopped fearing it.

A critic never fights the battle; they just go around shooting the wounded.