Catherine Coulter

You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

Get over it,' Sherlock said, and looked at her husband. 'No, no, bad dog, keep quiet.

She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.

Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?' Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means

Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means.

You're going to live. That's not to say you're going to be happy for a while, but it beats the alternative.

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.