Love Without Trust? It's Not Love At

Eve Talking To Someone On Her Computer And Having Trouble With The Language Translator....."i Have Two Like Crimes. Your Data And Your Input On Leclerk Would Be Very Helpful"marie Pursed Her Lips And Humor Danced In Her Eyes."it Says You Would Like To Have Sex With Me. I Don't Think That Is Correct""oh, For Christ Sake" Eve Slammed A Fist Against The Machine.

I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It As Legally As I Can. Being Married To A Cop Limits Certain Activities.

I Never Had A Plan, Except To Write. I Love What I Do, And Have From The Beginning. Loving What You Do Makes It A Lot Easier To Work, Every Day, To Face The Tough Spots And Heel In For The Long Haul. Nothing Against Plans; They Work For Some People. But For Me, If I'd Been Planning, Worrying About Numbers, Trying To Micro-manage My Career, I Wouldn't Have Focused On The Writing. If You Don't Write, You're Not Read. If You're Not Read, You Don't Sell. So That's My Master Plan, I Guess. Write The Books, Let The Agent Agent, The Editor Edit, The Publisher Publish.

She Surrounded Herself With Books At Work And At Home. Her Living Space Was A Testament To Her First And Abiding Love With Shelves Jammed With Books Tables Crowded With Them. She Saw Them Not Only As Knowledge Entertainment Comfort Even Sanity But As A Kind Of Artful Decoration.

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.