Quotes from Nora Roberts

I need to write to be happy.

In the summer of '80, Silhouette bought my first book.

I have no idea why it apparently takes three grown men to cook some hamburgers. One to cook, one to kibbitz, and one to insult the other two.

He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.

The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.

I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

Man.God.Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

... a man's plans are meant to be changed for a beautiful woman.

The man's got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coffee?

Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

Men shake hands after they beat each other up; we eat chocolate.

Men are boys in bigger packages.

You bring the color and the life. It's a lucky man who is offered that color and life, and a wise one who values it.

Do you always get away with the outrageous?" "Mostly. Are you always s beautiful in the morning?" "Don't waste your charm." "It's all right, I have more.

Necessity is often the mother of balls

My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

Action, reaction, motivation, emotion, all have to come from the characters. Writing a love scene requires the same elements from the writer as any other.

Nature will kill you without a minute's thought, and in nastier ways than a crazy guy with agun. It doesn't make her any less beautiful.

What is technology?... It's another god.

What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.

A good story's like a door, and you can go through it whenever you need to. After you've read it or seen it or heard it, you can still go back through it. Once it's yours, it's always yours.

Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone... Alone and lonely have the same root.

I'm going to treat myself to one of these as a reward for not knocking himself unconscious with a skillet.

A bit of sniffles and men are more work than a brood of babies.