Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

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.

You Have To Unhook Your Seat Belt." "that's Not True." "i'm Afraid It's Difficult To Walk On The Beach If You're Strapped To A Car Seat.

I Was Having The Surreal Experience Of Having Myself Show Myself Around My Office And Bullpen.” “oh! My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At Your Desk.” “no.” “it’s A Vid Set.” “even Then, No.

Every Single Book Is A Challenge.

You Can’t Just Hope For Happy Endings. You Have To Believe In Them. Then Do The Work, Take The Risks.