He has never understood that sometimes real love requires one to let the beloved go. Probably he never will.

You’re like a madnessinside me, a fever I can’t cure.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don’t you? You’re

Dear God, Lisa, give me back my peace of mind!

There are a lot of snobs out there who disregard these books (romance novels), but they fulfil a need. I am happy and fulfilled in what I am doing and readers love them. And why...

It’s a pity that virgins can’t be issued with some kind of barcode. Think of the problems that would have saved you.

Sluts don’t have a choice, darling. And you’ve forfeited yours.

Hell’s only the flip side of Paradise. Sometimes it’s hard to differentiate between the two.