A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.

[Colin to Sugar Beth] I put my heart on every page.

She loved Bram in a clear-eyed way she’d never loved her ex-husband, no rose-colored glasses or mindless giddiness, no Cinderella fantasies or false certainty that he’d put her life in order. What she felt for Bram was messy, honest, and soul-deep. He felt like…part of her, the best and the worst. Like someone she wanted to struggle through life with; share triumphs and catastrophes; share holidays, birthdays, every days

At some point people either had to throw off the wounds of their childhood or go through life permanently crippled

Something brushed his leg, and he gazed down into the face of Pippi Tucker. The theme from Jaws raced through his head.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

Did anybody tell you that you're a few french fries short of a Happy Meal?