Quotes from Michelle M. Pillow

My cat mocks me frequently. It's the universe's way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.

If I want to dress up like Princess Leia and lightsaber fight the clone army in my living room, well the Han Solo in my life is just going to have to accept it.

If the weight comes from bacon you can so deduct it off the scale total to get your true weight. #science

Confession: I don't want to be one of my characters. I'm mean to them sometimes. Really mean.

I find it funny when people try to brag about being younger than me...like having lived less is an accomplishment. Makes me want to pat them on the head, lol. I'm comfortable with who I am.

I look at life as an adventure. Each new chapter brings new opportunities.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

The Baby Name book can be a very dangerous tool in the hands of a prolific author.

I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.

Good. Now let's go down to the pub and meet the townsfolk, Iain said. Bar, Euann corrected, just to be contrary. Let's go down to the pub before I hit ya with a bar, Iain said.

Is he all right? Jane asked. Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel, Angus said. Or his shadow...

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

I look at life as an adventure. Each new chapter brings new opportunities.

The long years had taught him that everything worked itself out given enough time, and some things would always be the way fate wished them to be.

She was a truth that had filled his every moment.

I don't want a man to validate me or take care of me. If I have a man in my life, I want him to enhance me.

There is so much more to marriage than who makes the money. Some of the hardest parts don't come with a paycheck.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn't you?

He's not wearing…" Charlotte began. "I know. He doesn't," Lydia answered.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, "And that was just my hand, love.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing 'cause I loooove your a—" "For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside," Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.

Lydia had been fantasizing about him to the point she nearly drove him insane with it. It had taken four days for his energy to weaken inside her enough that he could go and visit her without fear she would throw him across the town in a gust of wind, and thus cause a scene. Although, getting run out of town after one day would be a new MacGregor record.

I would make a HORRIBLE outlaw. I can plan the crime perfectly, but I'd also need to plan the outcomes to make it work.