“I think I've been very lucky. The readers who write to me say they like the characters and the sense of a real world, often one they don't otherwise know about. And usually there's a funny bit in there somewhere.”

“Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.”

“We're quiet for a moment. And then: 'Why did you call me Matt?''It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that I know you, I realise I should have called that character Dick.'He laughs, and then the couch shakes. 'Honestly, Gabe, I forgot you could be this much fun.”

“I hear you've been with every Rephaite in a skirt.'Crap. Where did that come from?'Who told you that?' HIs smile shifts into something less amused. 'Daniel. Who else? The prick.''Is he a liar?'Rafa leans against the pale wall. 'I haven't been with everyone.''What about Taya?''Hell, no. I'm no monk, but I have standards.'I wonder what else Daniel was wrong about. 'What about me?'Rafa's teasing smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. 'You had standards too.”

“For years now I've kind of operated under an informal shopping cycle. A bit like a farmer's crop rotation system. Except, instead of wheat, maize, barley, and fallow, mine pretty much goes clothes, makeup shoes, and clothes (I don't bother with fallow). Shopping is actually very similar to farming a field. You can't keep buying the same thing, you have to have a bit of variety. Otherwise you get bored and stop enjoying yourself.”

“You know what Hans told me last week?" she says as I open the door of my fitting room. "He told me to write down a list of everything I wanted to say about that women-and then tear it up. He said I'd feel a sense of freedom.""Oh right," I say interestedly. "So what happened?" "I wrote it all down," says Laurel. "And then I mailed it to her!”

“I know exactly who I am. It’s everyone else who seems to be having a problem.”