She tilted her head, considering the sensation. "It is strange." He gave a hiss of laughter at the words. "It only gets stranger, darling. But we shall try for something more.

I had a perfect life in my reach once, and it was a crashing bore. Perfect is too clean, too easy. I don't want perfect any more than I want to be perfect. I want imperfect.

If I am an empress, he is the only man worthy of being my emperor.

You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.

He called me a pie!” she announced, defensively. There was a pause. “Wait. That’s not right.” “A tart?” “Yes! That’s it!

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

Temptation turns you. It makes you into something you never dreamed, it presses you to give up everything you ever loved, it calls you to sell your soul for one, fleeting moment.

I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

We are a motley bunch. But we more than make up for it with tenacity." ~ Ralston to Simon

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

God is more interested in restoring our hearts to Him, than giving us a happy marriage.

My life was bigger than any one person.

Pressure only makes you sick. You won't get anything positive out of it.

You must either give up your sins or give up all hope of heaven.

In creating a family, we fulfill our greatest purpose on earth.

I won't tell you again! Don't look back! In hell you never look back!

Sometimes I wish I had an easy answer for why I'm depressed.

When you are starting a new business you don't want to go after giant markets. You want to go after small markets and take over those markets quickly.

I have a car that I like - an Aston Martin - for Sunday drives in the country.

To many men much-wandering hope comes as a boon, but to many others it is the deception of vain desires.