You have a mother?" He quirked a brow. "Did you think mine was some sort of divine birth? My father was a remarkable man, but even he was not that talented.

She was the kind of gal that if she set her sights on a man, he'd be running in the opposite direction real quick.

If you cant laugh at your own characters, or shed a tear for them, or even get angry at one of them, no one else will either.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.

Be careful what you wish for,her mind thundered.

I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves Downton Abbey will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.

Just be quiet and accept the praise.

A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

It was juvenile, he knew, this need to assign blame, but everyone had a right to childish emotions from time to time, didn't they?

the unexpected moment [is] always sweeter.

Caroline, do you value your neck?" "Yes, I'm rather fond of it. Why?" "Because if you don't shut up, I'm going to wring it.

To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. "Aren't you Spanish?" She raised one arm in a salute. "Viva la Queen Isabella!" "I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?

Love works in mysterious ways.

Never," he spat out, "kick a man who is pointing a gun at you.

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches hands, he reminded himself, hands and grinned anew.