Hell’s only the flip side of Paradise. Sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between the two.

He has never understood that sometimes real love requires one to let the beloved go. Probably he never will.

You’re like a madnessinside me, a fever I can’t cure.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don’t you? You’re

Dear God, Lisa, give me back my peace of mind!

There are a lot of snobs out there who disregard these books (romance novels), but they fulfil a need. I am happy and fulfilled in what I am doing and readers love them. And why...

It’s a pity that virgins can’t be issued with some kind of barcode. Think of the problems that would have saved you.

Sluts don’t have a choice, darling. And you’ve forfeited yours.