Quotes from Julia Quinn

It was the one dream he'd never permitted himself to consider.

The look Anthony shot at his sister was so comically malevolent Simon nearly laughed. He managed to restrain himself, but mostly just because he was fairly certain that any show of humor would cause Anthony's fist to lose its battle with his brain, with Simon's face emerging as the conflict's primary casualty.

I don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.

Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul.

I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.

Gareth turned to Gregory. "Your sister will be safe with me," he said. "I give you my vow." "Oh, I have no worries on that score," Gregory said with a bland smile. "The real question is—will you be safe with her?" It was a good thing, Gareth later reflected, that Hyacinth had already quit the room to fetch her coat and her maid. She probably would have killed her brother on the spot.

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

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

It has oft been said that physicians make the worst patients, but it is the opinion of This Author that any man makes a terrible patient. One might say it takes patience to be a patient, and heaven knows, the males of our species lack an abundance of patience.

I'm leaving!" she said, with, in her opinion, great drama and resolve. But he just answered her with a sly half smile, and said, "I'm following." And the bloody man remained two strides behind her the entire way home.

He said he loved me," she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he'd have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, "He said he loved me . . ." Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.

And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

Did you wonder?" he whispered. "Did you leave me and wonder what I hadn't told you?" He leaned in, just so she'd feel his lips move whisper-light against her ear. "Did you want to know what I did when I was wicked? Do you want me to tell you?" he murmured. He felt her jerk slightly in surprise, and he chuckled. "Not about them, Francesca. You. Only you." -Michael Stirling

You are not going to waltz in here and distract me with a clever phrase and a beguiling smile." "You think my smile is beguiling?

When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.

You're in a rather odd mood today." I'm soaking wet, Eloise." No need to snap at me about it, I didn't force you to walk across town in the rain." It wasn't raining when I left,". There was something about a sibling that brought out the eight-year-old in a body. I'm sure the sky was gray," Clearly, she had a bit of the eight-year-old in her as well.

Heartache, Daphne eventually learned, never really went away; it just dulled. The sharp, stabbing pain that one felt with each breath eventually gave way to a blunter, lower ache—the kind that one could almost—but never quite—ignore.

Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did.

No words for the passion. No words for the need. No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment. And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington. And it was glorious.

She needed him to be him. Even if he could not be hers.

I have thoroughly compromised your niece," Alex declared. "Will you plase insist that she marry me?" Caroline didn't bat an eyelash. "This", she announced, "is most peculiar.

I am going to kill you," he hissed. She gulped. "Don't you want to lecture me first?" He stared at her with a heavy dose of stupefaction. "I take that back," he said with precisely clipped words. "First I am going to strangle you, and then I am going to kill you." "Here?" she asked doubtfully, looking around. "Won't my dead body look suspicious in the morning?

He gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least that's how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasn't a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an Iam- mildly-deranged-so-it's-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-youpretend- to-agree-with-me smile.