Most people love music and lyrics.  Lyrics are poetry, so why wouldn’t people love lyrical prose including dialogue.  Dialogue from Casino Royale, the film is both clever, lyrical and character sharp.  On the train when Bond first meets Vesper, she asks him how he liked his lamb.  He answers, “Skewered.”  Later before they register at the hotel, he comments that she isn’t his type.  She answers, “Smart?” He quickly says, “Married.”  And of course the conversation about little fingers that comes later.  Their  dialogue is witty, rhythmic and symbolic.  People barely talk anymore, and when they do, it’s hardly meaningful.  Why not give your readers conversations  they’re not usually exposed to?  Clever conversations with meaningful words, laced with poetry.

Here’s an excerpt from The Gold Fish Bowl:

            “That’s why I’m here.  I want my kid, Lennon, to see some back bone in me.”

            “Oh, I think there’s back bone.  It needs some adjustments, but we can work on that.”

            “What about you?  What’s your bio?” 

            “I got my degree in New York, my doctorate in New Mexico and my calling in New Delhi.  I spent five years in India, then home again to practise.”

            “Do you treat a lot of angry housewives who have to handcuff themselves to their fridge doors before their husbands come home because they’re scared to death that Ms. Hyde will escape in front of the kids?”

            “You’re creative.  That’s good.  A risk taker.  That’s a bonus.”

            “I didn’t take risks the other day.”

            “Yes you did.  You got dressed, left the house and came here.  After what happened between you and your husband, that was a brave thing to do.”

            “I made a discovery this week.”


            “That I don’t want to be predictable any more.”

and from  A Life for a Life:  Book Two   from  The Austin Del Rio Files

“You’re growing up.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, the old Aus would have let himself into my apartment, walked into my bedroom and made funny faces about Tony’s brown bum, while he slept.”

“The old Aus would have done that?”

A strawberry slid down her chin that Aus caught with this thumb and pushed into Lindsay’s mouth.

“Love tames.  Love makes you respect the hard work of others.”

“Yeah, I see that now.  Jess whispered something to me before she left.”


“She said I made her believe in family.  The kind of home I have with Cassidy and my feelings for my mom.  She said she wanted to be part of it.”

“I can’t see you having that effect on a woman.”

“You obviously didn’t want that when we were together.”

“No, you’re so wrong. I did until you caught the scent of a dozen other women.  That helped me get over you real fast.”

“I thought we had an understanding.”

“We did, but I never thought you’d cheat on me. And I know that what I have with Tony is something we’d never have.  But I think you found it with Jess.”  She looked at the pastries.  “You’re spoiling me.”

“Just trying to stay human.”  He put his head on Linds’s pillowy belly.  The sun felt good on his skin.  A gust of wind blew through the fountain and misted them.  “Now I know how my plants feel.  I like it.”

“Me too.”

“Wanna get naked?”

“Want me to arrest you, Detective Del Rio?”

He stared into her glowing face.  “Have you picked out names yet?  I think I can hear its heartbeat.”

“What?  How could you possibly know something like that?”

Gently he rolled his head across her swollen baby bump.  “You’ve never had a gut this spongy.”

“Don’t tell anyone.  We might even do the wedding thing in June.”

He stretched out his hand.  “Grab on.  It’s too damp here.” He pulled her up and folded her in his arms.  “I’d be happy to be a god-dad.”

“A god-dad and a god.”

“I don’t want to be a god anymore.”