“What do you do when Mom leaves you alone like this? (Kat)I write romance novels. (Acheron)”

“What else can I do to piss you off? (Acheron)You can leave me. (Tory)I would never do that, Tory. No one can live without their heart and that’s what you are to me. (Acheron)”

“Do you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (Acheron)Both! (Kat)Okay, you rant and I’ll add my comments at the end. (Acheron)”

“Seminaked men!” Jacky trilled.“With swords,” Kat purred. “It is a romance novel!”

“If you don't like my book, write your own. If you don't think you can write a novel, that ought to tell you something. If you think you can, do. No excuses. If you still don't like my novel, find a book you do like. Life is too short to be miserable. If you do like my novels, I commend your good taste.”

“So what do you do? Really? (Kat)Nothing. Really. It’s boring as hell. Artemis won’t allow me to bring anything here with me. No guitar. No Cartoon Network. Occasionally, I sneak a book in just to watch her wig out when she finds it. (Acheron)”