I Think Like A Detective.

He Ordered Food With A Childlike Glee And Watched Me Eat, Tasting It As I Did. In Private He'd Roll On His Back Like A Cat, Hands Pressed To His Mouth As If Trying To Drain Every Taste. It Was The Only Thing He Did That Was Cute. He Was Gorgeous, Sensual, But Rarely Cute. - Anita Blake About Jean-claude

I've Lost Track Of The Number Of People Who Want To Be Writers But Never Actually Write Anything. Talking About Writing, Dreaming About Writing, Can Be Very Fun, But It Won't Get A Book Written. You've Got To Write

My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As In Sensory Detail

We Were U.s. Marshals. We Hunted And Killed The Monsters. We Did Not Run From Them

You Lie Like Butter Wouldn't Melt In Your Mouth, Edward." He Smiled. "i Don't Lie To You." "really," I Said. The Smile Became A Grin. "okay, Not Most Of The Time, Anymore." His Face Sobered. "i'm Not Lying Now.