If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

Not everything you wanted, deep inside, worked out.

Certainly the plagiarism, and dealing with the fallout of it, was the most difficult thing I've ever faced since I started writing.

I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.

...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

But Roarke doesn't feel weird about it. He's full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did - do. It was easier when they didn't work, but it's better when they do. You know?

If sex is dignified it's not being done right.