Men Didn't Respect Beauty...they Used It.

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

Put All Your Eggs In One Basket... The Handle's Going To Break. Then All You've Got Is Scrambled Eggs.

I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner Than It Was When I Started.

Roarke "i'll Drop You." Eve "no, Better I Catch A Cab Or Take The Underground. This Guy Sees Me Show Up In A Hot Car With A Fancy Piece Behind The Wheel, He's Not Going To Like Me." Roarke "you Know How I Love Being Referred. To As Your Fancy Piece." Eve "sometimes You're My Love Muffin.

Love Is Not Enough. But, It Is The Rock On Which All Else Stands.