I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story.But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write.

Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside.

I'm marrying you, not your uterus.

I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It enables me to talk to readers from all over the world, but it also makes it far too easy to waste huge amounts of time.

I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting there trying to plot.

I do try to plot about a chapter ahead once I get going. I have a list of upcoming scenes with little notes about them. But sometimes the story changes and I don't end up following that.

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it.

It’s not so much where I want you, Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter

Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too.

Was he trying to rescue her?She fought not to roll her eyes. Men.

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

A lot of people don't understand the Black Panthers Party's relationship with white mother country radicals.

Looking back, of course, it was irresponsible, mad, forlorn, idiotic, but if you don't take chances then you'll never have a winning hand, and I've no regrets.

In my sport, the quick are too often listed among the dead

Whoever would understand the poet Must go into the poet's country. [Ger., Wer den Dichter will verstehen Muss in Dichters Lande gehen.]

Pretending to be other people is my game and that to me is the essence of the whole business of acting.

To live with all my might, while I do live

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

A dream without ambition is like a car without gas... you're not going anywhere.