Can you stand a little closer?" "Hmm?" "You smell good. I like to smell you.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.

I hope that's true, because I figured out why I'd never finished it, what I was waiting for. I was waiting for you, Clare. For them. For us. I want to finish it up for you, for them, for us.

The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.

He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.

Love makes saints or sinners out of men.

She's in love, and that makes her strong. She'll need to be." "What makes you strong, Mia?" "Purpose. Love never worked for me.