Stop worrying so much. Don’t worry about me; don’t worry about you. Seize the moment. Enjoy. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
I like you angry better than weepy.
I’m an American and I want instant gratification.
It’s an odd thing about love. When someone you love cries, your heart melts. But when someone you don’t love cries, you look at them and think, Why are you telling ‘me’ this?
What self-respecting male wanted a job being photographed?
Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn’t he?
I don’t like to read books where I feel as though I’ve stepped into the middle of things and don’t know what’s going on. I like to see characters I’ve met before, but I don’t want to feel left out because I haven’t read other books in the series.
There are some things that are as ancient as time, and knowing when a man desires you is one of those.
I’m rather hoping to find the Evil Queen. I think she’d be much more fun.
My university degree is in art and, yes, I do a lot of drawing for all my books. I have a big drafting table set up in a spare bedroom and I cover it with maps and house plans and sketches that I use in the books. Also, I truly love architecture, so that plays a big part in all my books.
I have many things I want out of life, but I’m practical. I know that I must wait to get what I want.
There are no new stories. It all depends on how you handle them. In romances the characters are going to fall in love with each other; you know that when you see the syrupy cover. It’s how get there that’s the fun.
On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.
What manner of country was this that worshiped children to the extent that they were treated as royalty?
Mother Theresa once said that what hurt people more than poverty or illness was feeling that they weren’t needed.
Real love is not the pretty stuff of the jongleurs. It is a feeling inside that you are one with this man, no matter what he is. Were Travers to sell his soul to the Devil, I would still love him and mayhaps I would bargain for a good price myself.
Someday every second you have spent hating will show on your face.
When she heard the deep-sleep breathing of Captain Montgomery, she turned and hissed at him. How could he sleep? The most awful things could happen and men never lost their appetites or their ability to sleep. Put food in front of a man and he ate it. Lay a man horizontal and he went to sleep – or he began fumbling with the buttons on a woman’s dress.
I was a fool to get involved with you in the first place. And you were a bigger fool for coming after me.
Forever,” he whispered. “I will love you throughout time.