“Okay,” I said, resettling myself and looking up.You need the thrill of danger flitted through my mind, and I quashed it.”

“Winona!” I said, quashing my first initial panic at finding a horned, tailed, demonic creature smiling at me.”

“When I feel ill, cinema pictures of the circumstances of my death flit across my mind's eye. I cannot prevent them. I consider the nature of the disease and all I said before I died- something heroic, of course!”

“She smiled. "I need your opinion," she said. "What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?" I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. "Sounds okay," I said. "But I think I'd look better in a tuxedo.”

“Sometimes I scare myself at how easily I slip inside my mind and live vicariously through these characters.”

“I deliberately set romantic fyers in the minds of my reader through my work. That's why I call myself the romance arsonist!”