A Person With Taste Is Merely One

We Are Each The Authors Of Our Own Lives, Emma. We Live In What We Have Created. There Is No Way To Shift The Blame And No One Else To Accept The Accolades.

She Put Her Hand In His, And He Clasped It Firmly, Knowing He Had Been Waiting For Her All His Life.

Elizabeth Was Counting On Marco To Keep Cousin Mary Occupied Until After The Board Meeting Was Over. A Piece Of Cheese Might Catch A Mouse, But An Afternoon Alone With A Muscular Masseur Would Ensnare Her Cousin Far More Effectively. And Afterwards, While Mary Lay Sated And Sleeping Upon A Massage Table, Wiser Heads Could Determine The Company's Future. There Were Times, Elizabeth Thought, When Success In Business Demanded Utter Ruthlessness.

I Will Never Stop Writing. People Often Ask When I Will Retire, But I Say It's None Of Their Business. Writing Defines Who I Am. I Love The Feeling Of Holding A Finished Book In My Hands, And Then I Can't Wait To Start The Great Adventure Of Writing The Next One.

He Who Ascends To Mountaintops, Shall Find The Loftiest Peaks Most Wrapt In Clouds And Snow; He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below