People can get obsessed with romance, they can get obsessed with political paranoia, they can get obsessed with horror. It’s isn’t the fault of the subject matter that creates the obsession, I don’t think.
She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn’t so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.
My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press, by science fiction periodicals, romance magazines, small press publications and various other journals, including some usually devoted to archaeological and other science material.
There is no greater romance in life than this adventure in realization.
No one has ever written a romance better than we lived it.
A lovely nook of forest scenery, or a grand rock, like a beautiful woman, depends for much of its attractiveness upon the attendance sense of freedom from whatever is low; upon a sense of purity and of romance.
Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two – love and controlling power over the other person – are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.
You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.
There will always be romance in the world so long as there are young hearts in it.
A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.
Bookstores see a book by a woman and they put it in the romance section.
She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure than a life of quiet habits. But looking back was easy. It was the doing that was painful. There were plenty of things she would like to look back on but wasn’t willing to risk...
I was talking cannibalism, not romance.
She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.
My favorite color is you.
The lust and attraction are often a given in a romance novel – I want to dig into the elements of true friendship that form a foundation for a solid, gonna-last-forever romantic relationship.
Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.
People don’t care how smart woman is as long as she’s charming and gay and pretty.
But some love not the method of your first; Romance they count it, throw’t away as dust; If I should meet with such, what should I say; Must I slight them as they slight me, or nay.
Young girls passed me with romance still in their eyes, and others, a little older, with the romance dead.