do not like this taste for adventure you have developed, sister.” “I am afraid I cannot guarantee I shall be rid of it anytime soon.

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

Ah, Zora, you are so naive, " the fire fairy said with a hearty chuckle. "You have no idea what happened to them, do you? You have no clue as to what happened to your parents.

As a children’s minister, I always believed that I was an evangelist, and at the end of the book, there’s a simple prayer that, whoever’s reading the book could accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior

There is a single thread of attitude, a single direction of flow, that joins our present time to it's early burgeoning in Mediterranean civilization...

I have not been an easygoing guy. I think it's called bipolar manic depression. I've got a rich history of that in my family.

I always put in one controversial item. It makes people talk.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten.

Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.

Whatever our creed or belief, we all know that there is no way back, that we must fight our way through.

Fear has a smell, as love does.