Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

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.

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.'

He'd Done As He'd Pleased And Even Had Often Enjoyed Long Runs Of Luck Where He Hadn't Been Caught. But The Luckiest Moment Of His Life Had Been Being Caught.

It Looks Like Armani And Cartier Went To War.

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.