What can I do?” he asked. “To start taking care of you?

You love me.”He kept gazing upward, his answer coming softly. “Yeah. I do.

I know you don’t like to believe you ever need to be taken care of, but I can’t stand the idea of you being sick and alone. I need to be here for you, babe.

What sort of look are you going for?” Damn, how did he answer this? “Something…normal, ” he finally said.

To her surprise, Lucky tilted his head and looked her in the eye, appearing oddly…crestfallen, she thought. “Don’t be nervous, ” he said. “I hate making you nervous.

Devotion to sacred cause is divine.

The self is the modern substitute for the soul.

Our dreams are a second life.

Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as possible.

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

People who put slipcovers, doilies, plastic protectors, and cellophane on everything good that they own rarely live to see an occasion so good that all these covers are removed.

My job as a designer is to make a woman feel her very best.

I expect to do more work for woman suffrage in the next decade than ever before.

What I really want is a commercial hit. If youre in a hit, youre suddenly a star, whether you acted well or not.