Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

The wonderful thing about romance is that there are so many flavors of it!

I've certainly had to go through trying to change the fact that I was always identified as the widow of Notorious B.I.G. You know, I'm never going to be able to get away from having been married to him, but that's not what identifies me. You know, my life isn't just about that.

When I'm asked to define football, I always talk about emotions, the heart, love. It's something you feel deep down inside when you enter a stadium, raise your eyes, and look at the stands, the fans coming in.

I always thought 'chick lit' meant third-person contemporary funny novels, dealing with issues of the day. I mean, it's not the ideal term; when I'm asked to describe what I do, I say I write romantic comedies, cause that's what I feel they are. But I'm quite pragmatic.