I’m not most women…""...I’m getting that.

I’m here for your pants and shoes.

What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.

He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut liqueur and she wanted to feast on him for the rest of the night. His kiss… his kiss took her to another place where fireworks blazed.

Phew. I thought I was going to have to slay a few dragons for you while I was here.” “I’m no damsel in distress, Your Highness. I can take care of myself.

She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.

If the people in an organization think the company is small, they will act that way. If they think the company is big, they will act that way.

Mourn if you must, but don't stop fighting.

Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.

Let me ask you. If someone called you and offered you a ride in the Indianapolis 500 and you were a male race car driver, would you turn the ride down?

Frank was the BOSS and was not open to anything that was not from his head. There were no arguments about music because if you did, he would show you where the door was. Period.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Any criticism of someone you love is hard to take.

Much better to be crazy provided you know what/where sane is.

Experience may be hard but we claim its gifts because they are real, even though our feet bleed on its stones.

You know what, I just write what I feel.