I'm not a gentle pony... I promise you, you will have to work to keep your seat.

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

It was a damned good thing men couldn’t have children. Gregory took no shame in admitting that the human race would have died out generations earlier.

Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.

There,” she said triumphantly. “Like that.” He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language. “Like what?” “That! What you just said.” He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If she couldn’t speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why he had to speak at all.