Holding Onto Something That's Gone

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

I Don't Think I Am A Traditional Romantic Who Thinks About Candlelight Dinners And Wonders If My Husband Is Going To Bring Me Flowers, Though I'm Delighted If He Does. I'm More Practical-minded. I Find It Incredibly Romantic That My Husband Does The Dishes.

Love Birds Don't Always Sing Pretty Tunes.

"statues Are Too Much Like Dolls, And Dolls Are Creepy. You Keep Expecting Them To Blink. And The Ones That Smile, Like This?" Eve Kept Her Lips Tight Together And She Curved Them Up. "you Know They've Got Teeth In There. Big, Sharp, Shiny Teeth." "i Didn't. But Now I've Got To Worry About It."

I Loved The Process Of Writing.