How could she go on without him? And, at the same time, how could she go on knowing that every moment of their time together had meant so little to him

I, for one, have no interest at all in having my heart stolen.

why couldn't someone , somewhere , want her for her ?

She was all he wanted. He would give everything for her. Without thought. Without regret.

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

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

This new world was already turning her into a cabbagehead, and she'd only been a part of it for an evening

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

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Kisses should not leave you satisfied.

It was a terrifying feeling. And if it was love, he wanted none of it.

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

God forbid that women have fantasies.

All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.

I don't think [Fifty Shades of Grey is] a model for anything. Except maybe in bed.

My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.

I really like clever men who challenge you.

I think women love to read love stories.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.