Creating Characters Is Like Throwing Together Ingredients

It Is A Very Strange Thing, To Be In Love. It Changes You.

Though Alec Had Never Seen The Occupants Of The First Floor Loft, They Seemed To Be Engaged In A Tempestuous Romance. Once There Had Been A Bunch Of Someone's Belongings Strewn All Over The Landing With A Note Attached To A Jacket Lapel Addressed To "a Lying Liar Who Lies." Right Now There Was A Bouquet Of Flowers Taped To The Door With A Card Tucked Among The Blooms That Read I'm Sorry. That Was The Thing About New York: You Always Knew More About Your Neighbors' Business Than You Wanted To.

Dreams Can Be Dangerous Things.

Screw The Silent Brothers." "no Thanks. There's Strong And Silent, And Then There's Just Freaky." "isabelle!

She Jerked Hastily Back To Avoid Stepping On It, And Her Shoulder Bumped His--he Put A Hand Out To Steady Her, Just As She Turned To Apologize And Then She Was Somehow In The Circle Of His Arm And He Was Kissing Her.