If I'm good enough to bed, surely I'm good enough to wed.

This is my social face,” he said lightly. “Don’t confuse it with the animal beneath.

But like the legless man, I'm unaccountably fascinated by those who can dance.

Shhh,” he murmured against her mouth. “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.

You have to be very clear with yourself about how you're going to spend your time. When a child is at school or napping, you need to realize that this is your writing time and you don't spend it surfing the Internet or reading.

Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)

I watched you for years,” she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. “I watched you and you never saw me.