We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don't we, your grace?

A romance novel should leave readers joyous. My books all have happy endings.

At my age, I regard each funeral I attend as a personal triumph, because I was not the guest of honor.

Everything wrong I've ever done has always seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Did he happen to select a color too?" "Blue." "Blue?" Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. "Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said" Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in.

You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.