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that the Orthodox Church must be the country's unifying force,

unlike in the United States, there can be no place in Russia for a free market in religious life.

advantages to the Orthodox Church, citing it as the source of the nation's spiritual strength and tradition,

Award-winning author of eight Southern Sisters mysteries: Murder on a Girls' Night Out, Murder on a Bad Hair Day, Murder Runs in the Family, Murder Makes Waves, Murder Gets a Life, Murder Shoots the Bull, Murder Carries a Torch, and her final book, Murder Boogies with Elvis.

there just could not be that many incestuous fathers and uncles walking the streets of Vienna.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

My dad was an editor and a writer, and that's actually what I aspired to be.

The duke's eyes were dark, but there was a glaze there. Pride in his dark son.

Three out of the four are good choices.' 'Three out of-' Her voice strangled. 'And the fourth?' He waved a hand. 'An outside chance. Besides' - his eyes stayed on the ledger - 'whoever the winner, the prize will be immense enough that he will become a prize himself, whatever his previous faults or station.

Being a writer is something I love to do, plus I get independence. It's a great job for a woman because she can work at home and always be there for the children.

I also don't have organized religion on Pern. I figured - since there were four holy wars going on at the time of writing - that religion was one problem Pern didn't need.

A good story is a good story no matter who wrote it.

It's not a gift, but restitution, not charity but justice,' she wrote.

That's what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn't worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow

I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.

I should be working and not writing you. But this is a missing you, where are you, hello and necessary for my soul.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia.

Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.

This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love you too much and this is the typewriter that sits before me where yesterday only your body sat before me

it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love, I think

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.

The Amateur Marriage grew out of the reflection that of all the opportunities to show differences in character, surely an unhappy marriage must be the richest.

But what I hope for from a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.