Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them.

A romance novel focuses exclusively on two people falling in love. It can't be about a woman caring for her aging mother or something like that. It can have that element, but it has to be primarily about the male-female relationship.