Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately

Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

The London season is like one of those Drury Lane melodramas in which marriage is always the ending. And no one ever seems to give any thought as to what happens after. But marriage isn’t the end of the story it’s the beginning. And it demands the efforts of both partners to make a success of it.

The audience falls in love with a leading man because he'll never belong to any of them.

For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I'm a big believer in putting things off, In fact, I even put off procrastinating. -Ella Varner