Victoria Laurie Quotes

I'm not quite sure which scout troop Heath belonged to, but it certainly wasn't the "I will totally honor my previous promise of no hanky-panky in the shower" troop.

I'd even had business cards made up reading, ABIGAIL COOPER, P.I. with teeny-weeny little letters underneath in parentheses spelling out PSYCHIC INTUITIVE. Most people think I'm trying to be clever. The truth is, I'm a chickenshit.

Dear Aspiring Author; Write with heart. Put that open, honest, bare soul on paper.

That's also part of having great editors
they can sort of be honest with you and say, "I see where you're headed with this, but I don't think it's there yet. Dig deeper, babe, and come back with something more." And that's what you do, you dig waaaaaaaay down and you walk around the block eight million times and then you have it
shazam! And it all comes together in something soooo much better than you thought you were capable of.

Am I the only one who secretly hopes that the Curiosity rover will be swallowed up by a giant alien worm living just below Mars's surface?

He'd been our center, the glue that held us together and gave us purpose.

And I was fairly certain that my strong-enough-for-King-Kong-but-made-for-a-woman deodorant had utterly failed.
Doom with a View

My sister the booty police.

What kind of a man thinks it's appropriate to give his soon- to-be bride a lethal weapon for a wedding present?

Gilly Gilleshpee

Life is full of chances
and those times when we each trust our own guts and have a terrific outcome reaffirms our ability to make good decisions.

My motto is: When in doubt, just keep lying. Even if you're terrible at it.

To write three series a year you only need to commit to writing 10 pages per day, or editing 50 pages of text per day. Plus, writing is my job, and I need to write to eat, so I'm highly motivated to get up and get to work!

Death has an energy. It is thick as sludge, heavy as iron, and pulls you down into yourself like an imploding building.

Here's a news flash
writers are selfish people. Truth is, creative types like me are driven by one impulse
to make up a world in which we get to control everything and everyone. We decide who enters and who exits, what the weather will be, who will hook up with whom, who will win and who will lose. It makes us feel powerful and, in all honesty, has relatively little to do with thinking about what will make anyone else happy.

Hey," Faraday said after a few seconds. "Did you know your clock's still ten minutes fast?

Holding up my credit card so Gilley could see, I snipped it in half.
'You act like I don't have the numbers, expiration date, and security code memorized,' he mocked.

Now death is death! and yet is not one death Another death? Stabbing is not the same As shooting! Would you say a strangled man Was drown'd? The end is one, the means are many, And there the difference lies!

I believe the first story I ever wrote was about a young girl who was terribly mistreated by her very cruel parents, and one day the girl fled to the woods to live amongst a pack of wolves. Hey, I was eleven, loved wolves, and had been grounded for what I felt was a minor infraction. Can you blame me?