Once she’d been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.
The most important thing in writing is to have written. I can always fix a bad page. I can’t fix a blank one.
If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it.
For over a year I continued to submit mss, and have them rejected – the last few with rejection letters indicated the story was pretty good, but I was American.
You can’t just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.
Getting a room’s not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.
A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.
There’s an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.
When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.
Are you telling me you’re cooking me dinner?- Regan Its the quickest way, without physical contact, to get a woman into bed. The kitchen through there?
She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.
Look, if some guy dressed in his mother’s clothes breaks in, fight him off until I get my pants back on.
Didn’t people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?
Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.
Roarke’s brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve’s body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.
Listen carefully. I’d crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.
She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.
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.
The very young and the very old often saw what others could not. Or would not.
A good story’s like a door, and you can go through it whenever you need to. After you’ve read it or seen it or heard it, you can still go back through it. Once it’s yours, it’s always yours.