Quotes from Julia Quinn

Some people broke rules. Others merely wished to.

I am beggining to realise," Alex murmured, "why people always hope for sons. It has nothing to do with producing an heir." "That was unkind," Octavia said, not sounding the least bit insulted. "Females are a prodigious amount of work.

She looked delighted by the prospect. Delighted that he might find the perfect woman. And there it was. His faith in a higher power reaffirmed. Truly, moments of this ironic perfection could not come about by accident.

The topic of rakes has, of course, been previously discussed in this column, and This Author has come to the conclusion that there are rakes, and there are Rakes. Anthony Bridgerton is a Rake.

And then Alec had a providient thought. "D'you want my sister?" "Octavia!" Hugh gasped at him. "isn't she twelve?" "She's nineteen." "I can't marry her. I'd keep picturing her as twelve.

He just wanted to see it. From afar. To see what might have been, what he was glad hadn't been. But maybe should have been.

He was her other half, the spoon she was made to nestle into. They would be young together, and then they would grow old together. They would hold hands, and move to the country, and make lots and lots of babies.

One would think her tired mind would go utterly blank, but the opposite was true. She could not stop thinking about the highwayman. And his kiss. And his identity. And his kiss. And if she would meet him again. And that he'd kissed her. And-

Kate, on the other hand, always stood with her shoulders straight and tall, couldn't sit still if her life depended upon it, and walked as if she were in a race—and why not? she always wondered. If one was going somewhere, what could possibly be the point in not getting there quickly?

He loved her. He worshipped her. He'd walk across fire for her.

Most people don't laugh so much while they're kissing." He grinned boyishly and tweaked her nose. Belle tweaked his back. "They don't? How unfortunate for them.

Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart's desire has been right under your nose all the while.

I love you so much it scares me. If I could give you the world, you know I would do it, don't you?

there us a difference you know, between the male and the female ghost-" "What is the difference?" Georgina asked. "Oh, the male ghost is obsessed with venegemce, I find." Lear said, drinking again. "And what are females obsessed by?" Hugh asked. "Prick songs," Lear said. "Snogging. Same as when they are alive, really.

He was very tall," Francesca began. "Not so tall," Eloise said. "Benedict is taller." Francesca ignored her. "He was tall. And he smiled a great deal." "He held us on his shoulders," Daphne said, her voice starting to wobble, "until we grew too large." "And he laughed," Eloise said. "He loved to laugh. He had the very best laugh, our papa...

Well, you know what they say about motherhood," Penelope said. " 'They'?" Daphne murmured. Penelope paused just long enough to shoot her a wry grin. "The years fly by, and the days are endless.

I very specifically told you to stay away from Ned Blydon." "I chose not to follow your advice. Ned is a very nice person. Handsome, personable—a perfect escort." "That is precisely why I wanted you to keep him at arm's length.

And as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she had the strangest sensation, almost as if she could see her entire future laid out before her. Each day was richer and fuller than the last, and every day she was falling, falling, falling . . .

Me?" "Yes, you," Lady Danbury grumbled. "I'd be happy to talk with someone else if you could find me a body with more than half a brain." Penelope choked on the beginnings of laughter as she motioned to her companions. "Er, I assure you that Lady Bridgerton—" Lady Bridgerton was furiously shaking her head. "She's too busy trying to get that oversized brood of hers married off," Lady Danbury announced

She had her face tipped up to the sun and was basking in its warmth. And for one extremely disconcerting moment, Anthony felt a sharp stab of…something.

Michael had to clutch the end of the table to keep from rising. He could have had Shakespeare at his side to translate, and still not have been able to explain why Colin"s remark infuriated him so.

Now doesn't even compare to tomorrow. And tomorrow couldn't possibly compete with the next day. As perfect as I feel this very moment, tomorrow is going to be even better.

Belle had a feeling that someone had hurt this man very badly in the past. That didn't, however, mean that she would allow him to abuse her in turn.

For the first time in recent memory, he'd handled his daughter *exactly* right. Something about Eloise's presence had calmed him, lent him a clarity of thought he usually lacked when it came to his children. He was able to see the humor in the situation, where he usually saw nothing but his own frustration.