Quotes from Julia Quinn

He knew well the singularly strange sensation of loving one's family to distraction, and yet not feeling quite able to share one's deepest and most intractable fears. It brought on an uncanny sense of isolation, of being remarkably alone in a loud and loving crowd.

No, you're not, are you?" he murmured. "You do have a rather . . . candid reputation." Hyacinth's eyes narrowed. "It is well deserved.

Yes, well, I do have four brothers. A better education I cannot imagine.

It was late. Had he gone out in the dark? Just to pick her a flower? "Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

dervishine.

She smiled serenely. "A very wise person once told me that it is not the mistakes we make that reveal our character but what we do to rectify them.

Relax," Edward whispered. Was he mad? There was nothing relaxing about this, nothing that made her want to relax. She wanted to grab and claw and yes, scream as she fought her way to the edge. Except she did not know what that edge was, or what might be on the other side. "Please," she begged, and it didn't even seem to matter that she had no idea what she was begging for. Because he did. Dear God, she hoped he did. If he didn't, she was going to kill him.

it was probably part of the reason she was feeling so miserable. She'd placed her fate and her happiness in the hands of another, and she hated it.

whom she had always been rather fond of, despite his unfortunate interest in taxidermy.

And you sound like the heroine of a very poorly written novel," he said

The only interesting thing to do is read Whistledown,' said the nonblinking lady, as if Penelope had never even spoken. The gentleman next to her murmured his assent. And then Lady Danbury smiled. Colin grew alarmed. The old lady had a look in her eye. A frightening look. 'I have an idea,' she said. Someone gasped. Someone else groaned.

Colin knew the ton well. He knew how his peers acted. The aristocracy was capable of individual greatness, but collectively they tended to sink to the lowest common denominator.

If one was always at the eye of the proverbial storm, could one discern the slant of the rain, feel the bite of the wind? Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.

I wish you the best of luck with that vulture.

Because deep in her heart, she wanted him for herself.

She had no idea how to deal with the poor man. He wasn't very bright, but he also wasn't unkind, and though she knew she had to somehow put an end to his infatuation, she was finding it far easier to take the coward's way out and simply avoid him.

If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half.

Han hatade att stå i fokus, men han skulle stå i fokus för henne.

I have a lot of teenage readers and readers in their early twenties. My writing style appeals to them. And if they look at my picture on the back of the book, they don't see someone who looks like their mother.

He was a puzzle. And Hyacinth hated puzzles. Well, no, in truth she loved them. Provided, of course, that she solved them.

I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.

Love is blind," Harriet quipped. "But not illiterate," Elizabeth retorted.

He'd been waiting for a love fraught with passion and drama; it hadn't even occurred to him that true love might be something that was utterly comfortable and just plain easy.

If you want to know if a gentleman loves you," her mother said, "there is only one true way to be sure." "It's in his kiss," her mother whispered. "It's all there, in his kiss.