“I'd made myself some hot chocolate, located a book with a lot of murder and mayhem,curled up on a loveseat near the fireplace, and was happily envisioning Joe as the corpse of this tale.”
“I don't know what I'd do if for some reason I was no longer able to write. Commit murder, perhaps. At the very least, torture and mayhem.”
“You know, that's the fairy-tale I'd write for you, Grace. You and Shane. One hot rock star badass and one beautiful rock star badass with a happily ever after.”
“Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.”
“Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk”
“I sell mayhem, scandal, murder and doom.”