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I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

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Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: December 11
Novelist
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
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Phoebe
Gasoline
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My website bulletin board is the place I interact with my readers.
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When it's your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.
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Before you lost your mind, how did you make a living? I was a hitman for the Mafia. Are you done crying yet? I wasn't crying! And I wish you were a hitman because, if I had money, I'd hire you right this minute to knock yourself off.
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Bobby Tom: You're supposed to be my assistant, not a baby-sitter! Gracie: One and the same.
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I write about the men you want to read about but don't necessarily want to be married to.
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I happen to be immature, undisciplined, and self-centered, pretty much a little boy in a man's body, although I'd appreciate it if you didn't quote me on that. -Bobby Tom
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Be the best at what you're good at
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Hey, everybody, Jerry Maguire's here.
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A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.
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There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart
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There was something about a man with a shovel, and the sweat on his neck might as well have been chocolate sauce. It wasn't fair. Brains and brawns should be two separate categories, not bundled into one irresistible package. She needed to pull herself together before she went after him with a spoon. But where to start?
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Good news! she chirped. The doctor says this time it's triplets!
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The final cover for Heroes Are My Weakness feels exactly right. It reflects the cold, wintry setting of an isolated island off the coast of Maine and the feisty spirit of a heroine who refuses to give up, even when the odds are stacked against her.
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So, Beav, tell me about yourself. I'm Blue. Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either. My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.
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It runs in the family. And don't expect me to be ashamed. Yankees lock away loony relatives, but down here, we prop 'em up on parade floats and march 'em through the middle of town.
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Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.
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I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.
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I don't love you anymore, she whispered. I don't love you at all. His throat closed. It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.
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You can't do extraordinary things in the world if you're spending time criticizing others because they don't look or behave the way you think they should.
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Anything worth having is worth fighting for.
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