Love Didn't Run On Logic. It Didn't

Roarke: The Bodies Of The Three Men Were Found Floating In The Chattahoochee River. Eve: I Think It'd Be Embarrassing To Be Dead In The Hoochie-coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's The Difference? Roarke: Quite A Bit, I'd Think.

I Do Not Feel Obliged In My Reading. I Read To Be Entertained And To Relax, And To Go Into Another World, Not Because It's Good For Me.

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.

And You're Not Going To Tell Me She Didn't Make A Move On You. At Least Test The Waters." "the Waters," He Said, "were Not Receptive." "if They Had Been, I'd Have Drowned Her In Them Already.

If I Can Make You Unhappy, Then I Can Make You Happy As Well.