I Feel Something For You, Some Dangerous

You Saved Me, Eve." He Watched Her Blink In Absolute Shock. "what You Are, What I Feel For You, What We Are Together Saved Me." He Kept His Eyes On Hers As He Kissed Her.

He Had Realised That Most Vital Of Humanities. He Had Touched Lives. And He Had Raised Three Boys That No One Had Wanted Into Men.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

I Can Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank Page.

- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator Or Poet? - Hmmm... A Poetic Gladiator.