He Decided There Was No Point In

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.

I See You've Destroyed Another Police Vehicle. Perhaps You Now Hold The Record.

It's About Us. It's About Trust.

I Think Writer Is A Word Without Gender, And A Good Writer Observes, Absorbs, Hopefully Empathizes Then Translates That Into Character And Story. You Don’t Have To Do Or Be Or Have Experienced, Traveled To, But You Have To Imagine All Of That, Very Well–and Believe It Completely During The Bubble Of The Work.