Magic Exists. Who Can Doubt It, When

Earrings Are Like Orgasms. You Can Never Have Too Many." " I Never Thought About It Quite That Way." Well, You're A Man. " She Gave His Knee A Friendly Pat.

I Was Just Trying To Get His Attention!" The Man Protested At The Top Of His Lungs. "if He'da Listened, I Wouldn'ta Had To Bash Him.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

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.

I Never Had A Plan, Except To Write. I Love What I Do, And Have From The Beginning. Loving What You Do Makes It A Lot Easier To Work, Every Day, To Face The Tough Spots And Heel In For The Long Haul. Nothing Against Plans; They Work For Some People. But For Me, If I'd Been Planning, Worrying About Numbers, Trying To Micro-manage My Career, I Wouldn't Have Focused On The Writing. If You Don't Write, You're Not Read. If You're Not Read, You Don't Sell. So That's My Master Plan, I Guess. Write The Books, Let The Agent Agent, The Editor Edit, The Publisher Publish.