Picking me up, Lucas lays me on a blanket of soft sand and says, "You have no idea what you do to me.

His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.And it delivers.

Cat's heated gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Another piece of my heart is hers.

Wishing that I could stay right here in this moment of not doing, but simply being, forever.

She's not close enough. She'll never be close enough...

We're all that matters. Our lips touch with each word he speaks, his stare so intense that I know he can see straight through to my soul.

He tugs me closer, and my ankles lock behind him. "Is it PG-13 time?

The ways of men and women are such a puzzle. And I could barely decipher my own feelings, let along anyone else's.

The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.

When I won the Golden Gloves in 1960, that made me realize I had a chance. And when I won at the Olympics, that sealed it: I was the champ.

I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.

So, we, as human beings, live in a very imprecise world. A world where our perceptions of reality are far more important than actual reality.

And I always keep cards people send me. I have a whole wall covered with them.

I've learned that social media and our private lives, you know, our private lives are not so private anymore, so it takes a little bit of getting used to.

That's the great thing about entering a convent: There are things that you simply can't do, so you don't have to worry about them

If men bore children, there would only be one born in each family.

None but an armed nation can dispense with a standing army