Quotes from Julia London

Scotland is so gorgeous that every time I'm there, I start to dream of living there. I want to buy one of those whitewashed cottages with the thatch roofs and gaze out at the sea and read my books. I want to be away from the Internet and the news and lawn mowers at 7 A.M. on Sunday mornings.

My characters are all made up of pieces of people I have known, their backstories pieces of mine.

One of the things that interests me about the Regency period is how women began to stir under the thumbs of men, wanting more and bigger freedoms.

I'm like a teenage boy - I eat like one and know as much cooking as one. Neither do I bake, and I can always be counted on to bring the wine to a pot luck.

There's not much about me that readers don't know because I am equal parts open and boring. If there is one thing readers do know about me, it's that I am very un-domestic.

My inspiration comes from so many things, it is hard to give credit to one. I find music of all kinds to be a great inspiration. A melody or a lyric can fire my imagination. Exercise is another. Endorphins fuel my thoughts - I tend to work out scenes and dialogue when I am exercising. Reading is also a great inspiration.

Hope could be a cruel bitch

In his last days on this earth, he'd wanted to know if this was all there was.

She did not like what he was saying. She wanted him to rebel with her, to believe as she did that they were meant to be together, somehow, some way.

To begin, you will recognize that I am to be queen soon and you are not a liberty to tell me what to do, under any circumstance. His eyes widened with surprise. Now, there's a winning scheme if ever I heard one --befriend others by beating them on the head with your scepter.

Daichi at Star Trek

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sigh, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

surreptitiously watching

romantic fiction. She

On creating a false identity for Pheobe- "A widow," Ava insisted. "How did her husband die?" Greer asked. "I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing." "I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.

When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity

You younger siblings know what I'm talking about—we're the glue and they're the glitter, right?

When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray What charm can soothe her melancholy What art can wash her guilt away?

Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments…

When he bent down and swept her up in his arms and carried her to the divan, she did not protest. She fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat, eager to touch his flesh and feel his heart beat against her hand. He moved over her and looked down at her with eyes dark with passion. "I have missed you," he said. "God, how I have missed you." "Show me," she said, and sighed with happiness when he put his hand on her ankle and began to slide it up her leg.

You cannot imagine the power you possess over me. With a look, a sign, a smile, you reduce me to nothing but hunger.

That's Kansas. Or Missouri. One of those corn states.

For someone who fears being left... you sure do a lot of running.

As if one kiss would chase her from a position she sorely needed. Men were fools.