The Only Good Enemy Is

I Wanted To Wipe The Grin Off His Face With A Fist. I Resisted The Urge. Who Says I Have No Self-control?

I'd Been Willing To Kill For The People I Loved For A Very Long Time; Now I Had To Start Living For Them.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

Giving Up Something That No Longer Serves A Purpose, Or Protects You, Or Helps You, Isn’t Giving Up At All, It’s Growing Up.

I'm More Influenced By My Own Interests Than Anyone Else's. Writers Have To Entertain Themselves, Or They Can't Entertain Anyone Else