Nora Roberts

know what you want, work to get it, then value it once you have it.

If it winds up earlier, you should have a movie picked out. This is assuming she isn__ sending you the __et__ go back to my place_ signals. In that case____on__ go there, Bob. Let__ just not go there.

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

I want you. I want you under me and over me and around me. And you want.

You know what she's made of.""Yeah, good stock, good breeding, a hard head and a hunger to win." She flashed him a smile as they approached the kitchen door. "I've been told that describes me. I'm half Irish, Brian, I was born stubborn.""No arguing with that. A person might make the world a calmer place for others by being passive, but you don't get very far in it yourself, do you?""Look at that. We have a foundation of agreement. Now tell me you like spaghetti and meatballs.""It happens to be a favorite of mine.""That's handy. Mine, too. And I heard a rumor that's what's for dinner." She reached for the doorknob, then caught him off guard by brushing a light kiss over his lips. "And since we'll be joining my parents, it would probably be best if you didn't imagine me naked for the next couple of hours."She sailed in ahead of him, leaving Brian helplessly and utterly aroused.

Nodding, Parker ate. __e__ an exceptional kisser.___e really is. He . . . How do you know?_ When Parker just smiled, Emma__ jaw dropped. __ou? You and Jack? When? How?___ think it__ disgusting,_ Mac muttered. __et another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.___wo kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that__ how we left it. I gather that wasn__ an issue for you and Jack.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart__ad a mate. A rightness. She__ always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

And since I__ marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you__e sleeping with Laurel______ not sleeping with Laurel. We__e dating.___ight, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.___or a while. Minus the singing.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel__ heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del__ hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

You don't fix a man the way you do a fault in a pipe or a leak in a roof. You take him as he is, Mary Brenna, or you don't take him at all...adjustments can't be all made on one side, darling, else the balance goes off and what's being built just falls down.

A relationship isn't something that has to be created in a day or perfected in a day. Part of the game is to keep working on it. It's something that'll always be just a little flawed.

The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some believed, as legends brought comfort.

That woman doesn't have the sense God gave a retarded flea.

I would hope that my writing's cleaner than it was when I started.

I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.

New York had saved him, in a very real way. It had pushed and prodded him with its impatient and sharp fingers, reminding him on a daily basis during that jittery first year that it didn't really give a goddamn whether he sank or swam. He liked its selfishness and its generosity and its propensity for flipping the bird to the rest of the world.

You can't edit a blank page

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.