I’m already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.

When you don't know what you're doing, fake it.

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.

A conclusion is the place you get to when you’re tired of thinking.

Smile. it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

He knew he had no right to touch her, crave her like air, but he did both. And when he put his mouth on hers, he recognized the taste of her, like she'd been made just for him.

A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

Live as big as you can, with what you've got.

Ignorance of mortality is a comfort.

There's definitely no hard feelings with WWE. I'm very thankful to them for the opportunity that was given to me.

I suppose we acquire most of our feelings about our bodies too early, and in ways too complicated, to make them easy to account for.

You have to treat yourself like a mushroom to some degree, in order to keep on discovering things.

The East German manages to combine a Teutonic capacity for bureauracy with a Russian capacity for infinite delay

A man notices a womans figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.

We're not protecting the environment for the sake of the fishes and the birds. We're protecting it for our own sake.

Don't worry about how pretty (the story) sounds, how lilting it is, and the imagery, and the metaphor, all that. Most readers don't care. It's the people in your book that matter.

I've always admired Gene Hackman, Jack Lemmon, Jimmy Stewart, Gregory Peck. I'm showing my age here.

In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.