Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside.

I'm marrying you, not your uterus.

I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. It enables me to talk to readers from all over the world, but it also makes it far too easy to waste huge amounts of time.

I'm a pantser. I try to plot. I always try to plot. I end up with a few paragraphs that basically outline the gist of the story.But I never get much beyond that. I get too impatient to write.

I know from experience that I make the best decisions when I'm into the story and inspired by the story, not when I'm sitting there trying to plot.

I do try to plot about a chapter ahead once I get going. I have a list of upcoming scenes with little notes about them. But sometimes the story changes and I don't end up following that.

If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it.

It’s not so much where I want you, Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter

Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be your morning lollipop, but I need to eat, too.

Was he trying to rescue her?She fought not to roll her eyes. Men.

Success is not a luxury. It's a must. Succeed or die

It’s your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I’m sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times” - Dr. Paige

Every day we make the whole world new... Or else grow old.

A man may be made in one generation, but a lady never!

Breach of promise is a base surrender of truth.

You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today's world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow tightly in your arms.

Evolution in nature is not opposed to the notion of Creation, because evolution presupposes the creation of beings that evolve.

I sometimes think Adam and Eve were Russians. They didn't have a roof over their head, nothing to wear, but they had one apple between them and they thought that was Paradise.

When we can't see a pattern, we fit pieces together until one takes shape, because we have to.