I’m like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don’t leave.

My cat mocks me frequently. It’s the universe’s way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.

This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?

Life is too short to dwell in the negativity all the time.

I think people need hope when times are tough. I think they also need escape and adventure and fantasy. Books are like cheap mini vacations.

Confession: I don’t want to be one of my characters. I’m mean to them sometimes. Really mean.

I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I’d also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up...

For your next act, please don’t pull any rabbits out of my… well, hat.”….He licked playfully at her mouth. “And ya can’t call my manhood ‘rabbit’.At least give it a manly name I can brag...

It’s a five pots of liquid sleep kind of morning.

People should know better than to be an ass in front of writers. We immortalize things. Lots of things. And we take liberties with character descriptions.

She was a truth that had filled his every moment.