We are not of what we feel or believe to do, we are of what we do or fail to do.

Let me go.” “I can’t”, he said hoarsely, (…)” I’ve tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can’t.

Matt: I know you can cook. Meredith: What makes you so sure? Matt: Because less than an hour ago, you set me on fire.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

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

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.