Julia Quinn

"I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day."

"Mother, Hyacinth said, pausing for slightly longer than normal to steal a bit of time to organize her thoughts, I am not going to chase after Mr. St. Clair. He’s not at all the right sort of man for me. I’m not certain you’d know the right sort of man for you if he arrived on our doorstep riding an elephant. I would think the elephant would be a fairly good indication that I ought to look elsewhere."

"I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him."

"I am asking you to marry me because I love you, he said, because I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town. What? she demanded. He shrugged. A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are."

"It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one."

"You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending."

"He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles."

"Did you know I dream about your hair? I use to say it was the color of the sun at sunset, but I'm wrong. It's brighter than the sun, just as you are."

"He’d mesmerized her, held her soul captive. And she couldn’t move.“Unless you want more than a dream,” he said. She did.“Will you stay?” he whispered. “Or will you go?”She stayed. Heaven help her, she stayed. And Michael showed her just how romantic a library could be."

"It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love."

"I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him."

"You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending."