What a joy Mary Jo Putney is to read; she can't write fast enough for me.

Right here, you're killing me.

I'm not your friend, my lady. I'm your lover.

He put his fist against his chest. “Burn, Maddygirl, ” he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder.

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.

Judging is acting on a limited knowledge. Learn the art of observing without evaluating.

The reason you want your kids to pay attention in school is you haven't the faintest idea how to do their homework.

It's quite stressful knowing that every time you walk out the door, someone is going to be giving you a very good look up and down, judging everything you wear.

How can one learn to know oneself? Never by introspection, rather by action.

Find something good within your life and give every ounce of positivity you have towards it, then watch how your life changes.

Don't Wait! Start on your dreams, your impulses, your longings, your special occasions today. Because this is your moment.

Life is the art of being well deceived.