Quotes from Nora Roberts

But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out

Eve rose stiffly when he strode out of the house. In silence, she watched Julia look after him. The male ego, Eve murmured as she crossed the room to put an arm around Julia's shoulders. It's a huge and fragile thing. I always envision it as an enormous penis made of thin glass.

What was that technique you were using on those bastards? An ancient form called kicking ass.

I wouldn't waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you'll have at the end of your life is wasted time.

I didn't get fired. You didn't punch your boss and get fired from the Tribune? That's what I heard. I punched what could loosely be called a colleague for cribbing my notes on a story and since the editor–who happened to be the asshole's uncle–took his word over mine, I quit. To write books. Is it fun? I guess it is. I bet you killed the asshole in the first one you wrote. You'd be right. Beat him to death with a shovel. Very satisfying.

You want safe? Find a nice puppy you can train to come heel. Love's supposed to be scary. Because if there's no fear, there's no thrill.

If people let other people alone, people would be better off. It's always people that screw things up for people anyway.

If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go.

When somebody walks out, it leaves a hole in you. Some people fill it up, the good and the bad, and get on that way. Some people leave it open, maybe long enough to heal, maybe too long, picking at it now and then so it doesn't heal all the way.

Did he mean me or Jenny Mullendore was a slut? Joanne wondered. Because honestly, I don't see how she has the time for slut activities with those two preschoolers of hers. Me, I've got lots of time.

She wants to learn how to handle a gun. Well, I want George Clooney naked in my bed, but I haven't attempted kidnapping. Yet.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

He won't be one of those girlishly pretty men with curly gold hair...He'll be dark, dangerous, too. Brave, certainly, but not without flaws. I like my heroes human.

I've found out that falling in love doesn't have anything to do with time. It can take a year or an instant. It happens when it's ready to happen.

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.

Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?

Caroline Waverly: Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.

Magic is. But its power is nothing beside love. --Prince Carrick

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.

Oh, go to hell. But there wasn't any heat in the response. You're not supposed to smile when you say that.

Do you know what happens when you always look before you leap? She reached out and touched his hand before hurrying toward the door. You hardly ever make the jump.