Quotes from Charlotte Lamb

I am interested in writing how women really feel, how they really think, and how they respond to men. I don't want men reading my books because they might find out too much.

A romantic novel is an adult fairy story, repeating the recurring symbols and images which can explain life to a woman and satisfy a powerful need within her. The need to love and be loved is vital to all human beings, but especially to women.

War stories, westerns, spy stories are all accepted as respectable because they are read by men. It is only women's light reading which is derided.

I think printed fiction is what women read.

Romantic fiction is the only purely feminine art form. All other art forms were shaped and are dominated by men.

Writers and readers are still trying to work out unresolved problems between men and women, and that is why millions of women around the world are hooked on romantic fiction. So am I.

You are as ordinary as spring,' he murmured. 'As powerless as sunlight.' He ran his fingertips down her neck. 'And when I touch you, I burn,' he said, making her heart stop and a flare of wild panic light inside her. He was too close; he was getting to her.

I don't care much for diamonds,' Nicola had told him. 'Have you ever been offered any?' he had asked, and he had been making fun of her, his face mocking. 'Not that I can remember,' Nicola had admitted calmly. 'And how would an offer be received?' he had asked, as though he knew the answer. 'With a kick in the teeth,' Nicola had said, meeting his eye.

I wonder if your mother was frightened by Peter Pan before you were born?

How do you manage to make me feel like this?' he asked her in a low, thickened voice. 'You give me nothing, absolutely nothing, yet I can't stop wanting you.' His hand reached out, almost pleadingly, to touch her arm. 'Selina ...' -Ashley Dent

she was clinging ivy, she needed people to hold her up.

Children are imprinted with the lessons of life from their earliest years. They learn from their parents how to give and receive love. It is the necessary lesson which they must learn if they are to do more than exist in an emotional vacuum inhabited only by themselves.

My God, I hate you! ' she flung at him. 'Do you really?' Andreas sneered, and his face was savage. 'Well, I've got news for you, my darling. What you feel for me is lukewarm compared to what I feel for you.

I would apologize to the devil if you treated him as you treat Nicola.

His voice dropped the words like icy pebbles into the stream of her mind...

Heroine: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves? Hero: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you so long as I do.

Sara: You have no scruples about taking a woman from the man you believe she loves? Nick: I'd take you from my own brother. I don't give a damn how I get you, so long as I do.

Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.

When men learnt to talk in the beginning of the civilised word they used language not as a means of communication alone but as a means of excluding others--using it as a way of setting themselves apart and shutting out strangers.

Do you know what you did to me?' he asked bitterly. 'You bloody well emasculated me. I destroyed my manhood over you. I threw away my pride, my self-control. I despised myself, and I hated you for the way you made me feel...' -Ashley Dent

Why did you leave me?How could you do that to me?That note you left didn`t explain,didn`t tell me anything,just said you were going and not coming back and not to look for you.Not look for you!How could you think i wouldn`t?Did you really believe I´d let you go like that?You must have known i would go crazy,wondering where you were,what was happening to you...you must have known what you had done to me,vanishing like that. -Domenico Alessandros

Saskia...my god,Saskia..i`ve dreamed of making love to you so often over the past two years,I´m afraid you will vanish the way you do in my dreams.I´m afraid i`m going to wake up and find you gone again -Domenico Alessandros

It was a truism that people always hated those they had wronged, even if they were prepared to forgive anyone who wronged them.

Words were only an approximation of meaning. The meaning escaped between the words, dissolved, disappeared, like fog fading away between iron bars.