You are a girl, Shirin. Girls don’t run around naked.’‘Why?’‘They just don’t.

If I were a character in one of my books, I’d be the optimistic one, believing the best and urging others to do the same.

It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA

It’s not just about recognizing how ‘precious’ every moment is, or about ‘living for today.’ It’s about finding the sacred center of now, and living there, moment to moment, always.

You don’t live in luxury! You are relegated to sleep in the little store room behind the kitchen with the cockroaches and rats and are at the mercy of Mrs. Gupta,’ Reena was indignant. ‘It’s...

The girl sighed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker...

Honest, hopelessly romantic old-fashioned gentleman seeks lady friend who enjoys elegant dining, dancing and the slow bloom of affection.

A mysterious ability, a broken promise, a life changed forever…

Aurora, you’re a child, live like one, don’t act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.

I have to tell you hon, I don’t mind a little teasing now and then, but I’m no masochist and I’m sure as hell no saint…here lately, being around you is agony.

There’s a great drought in my village. People are dying. The price of rice and pulses has rocketed. There is no water anywhere. And here, people are complaining about the rain…

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

Maybe it’s something to do with the movements: the Cat and then the Cow, the twist to the left and then to the right, the reaching up, and then bending to the ground, the constant...

The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.

[Ava] had always thought the main relationship in the family was the one between Nancy and her daughters. To have a family, you needed a father, of course, and Jimmy had played that role perfectly...

I only have secrets that keep you safe, Darlin

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible...

Sometimes the only hope that exists is the one we create for ourselves.

What am I doing here, Reena? Why am I dancing to the tunes of that old hag?’‘You are saving your family.

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread itswings and fly away.-TARA

Humph! A text message that said, ‘What’s up, sexy?’ You call that setting a mood? Love making takes place long before the bedroom—

Does rough weather choose men over women? Does the sun beat on men, leaving women nice and cool?’ Nyawira asked rather sharply. ‘Women bear the brunt of poverty. What choices does a woman have in...

While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about...

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you, but the West doesn’t forgive any woman-unless she’s got a man.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are… seductive. And I like words because they can contain… fantasies.

What wouldn’t my people give for a few bites of the biryani she ordered me to throw away yesterday because she said it smelt?

Know what being a man’s pet means. And if you’re ever lucky enough to find yourself with the choice, choose the pasture.

Terri had already gotten her panties into a bunch just from one little phone call, so he knew coming at her too much too fast would be more trouble than it was worth. He couldn’t...

Rumor has it: when you marry a Walsh you are set for life. Only one thing can screw it up.

I haven’t always been a patient man…but something tells me you’d be worth the wait.

Soul bonds can’t be broken. They only bend for a while . . .

Yes, 1960’s North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920’s and 1930’s crime bosses— QET Jenkins

Selene’s life is a lesson to us that the trajectory of women’s equality hasn’t always been a forward march. In some ways the ancients were more advanced than we are today; there have been setbacks...

Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don’t you think? The fantasy is often better. That’s where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that’s why we’re often so unhappy. But fantasy...

Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn’t enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again–emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn’t Poe be his?

No girl can forget the day she lost her virginity, or the circumstance that led to it

Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out...

If you can get to be you, why can’t I get to be me?

Terry recalled far better days when she’d risen bright and early every morning…. Days before darkness had closed in and refused to leave….

Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. “What are you doing?”His eyes were black and intense. “A little taste before...

They were from different generations, culture, nations. But even these things did not divide them so much as their separate conceptions of what it meant to be a woman.

I want to glide in a world of beauty,’ I said. ‘To be carried away into a world of luxurious things.

I watched the rows and rows of chappals left by devotees outside the Hindu temple and wondered if the homeless boys who sometimes steal our chickens ever steal them, and if they do, are they...

Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn’t answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.

Sex was the main component of her thoughts now. But love – and her desperate longing for it – had vanished from her heart like a migraine after a painkiller.

Elsa’s mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then...