Women make a man want to shoot himself in the head and be done with it.

I did this backwards because first I should've said - I should've said, I love you, Ella. I love you.

Somethings in life are out of your control. you can make it a party or a tragedy. Or, you could refuse to take the next step. You could refuse to take what you wanted most because you're afraid some day you might lose it.

If I were writing a book I'd talk about it all the time, to everyone. People would start to avoid me, so I'd seek out complete strangers and talk about it until they, too, avoided me.

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

Sometimes we hate her, Laurel said, then smiled at Parker. But it's a hate based on love.

You're the woman in my life, he said. Another thing about me and my brothers? We look after the women in our lives. We don't know any other way.

And when you smile it can be very charming - the kind of charm a smart woman recognizes as highly dangerous.

Men are boys in bigger packages.

Even superheroes make mistakes, or they wouldn't have to be buried in handmade coffins in the sandbox.

Redhead, built in a way made you sure God's a man. It didn't work out between you? For a while it did. She wasn't shy about using what she had. She wasn't shy about anything, Doyle added with a grin.

He'd always believed in her. They'd believed in each other. He'd been her rock, in a very real way. The rock that had given her a solid base to build on after a childhood of upheaval and discontent. Then.

I am not glowy. Laurel simply turned Parker by the shoulders to the big foyer mirror. You were saying? Maybe color did glow in her cheeks, and maybe her eyes were a little dazzled, but . . . That's irritation. I won't say ‘liar, liar,' but, Parks, under that skirt, your pants are on fire.

Time to swim, she told herself. She simply wouldn't sink.

He understood and accepted that humans were basically ridiculous.

I generally write a first draft that's pretty lean. Just get the story down.

Kevin Banner. He's rehabbing the old Parkerson place up on Point Bluff for you. Best pals, birth to earth. Well, earth's a ways off, unless you kill me with that tire iron, but we've known each other since before we could walk. You can call him, get my bona fides if it'll loosen the grip you've got on that thing.

When somebody walks out, it leaves a hole in you. Some people fill it up, the good and the bad, and get on that way. Some people leave it open, maybe long enough to heal, maybe too long, picking at it now and then so it doesn't heal all the way.

You can fix a bad page. You can't fix a blank one.

I guess I used it up. It's taking all.

Griff's taking out another wall or two at the old.

She stepped closer to the edge to watch the waves beat against rock. She felt that way, she mused. Battered by forces that were beyond her control, lapped in a violent, endless war with no choice but to stand.

When you could dissect something and find all the answers, you could find all the wrong ones.

She wanted him happy, more even than she wanted happiness for herself. And yet, knowing he was on his way to finding what he didn't yet know he wanted made her feel so painfully alone.

Moments came and went, she thought. It was love that bound them together into a life.

Love's not a faulty toaster. You can't take it apart and study the pieces, replace a part and figure out how it all fits back together. You just feel it.

Two of the top rules—Try Not to Hurt Anybody, and Have the Balls to Say What You Think—often clashed, but the results blended with her Be An Asshole When Necessary rule, so it worked for her.

Romance made every woman beautiful, and every man a prince. A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.

Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you.

To protect your investment.

Getting a room's not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.

Oh, it was just me—that's why.

Doing nothing sometimes hurts more than doing something. Life doesn't come with a guarantee, which is just as well, because most guarantees are bullshit.

Beckett, don't make me ask you to come upstairs and check in the closets. She laid her hands on his cheeks. Just come upstairs.

But she didn't understand and couldn't accept using that unhappiness as an excuse or rationale for being unfaithful. why didn't people just end it? if they wanted someone else, or something else, why not break it off clean first instead of cheating, lying, tolerating, just existing?

You don't write what you know, or you would write one thing. I never understood that. You write what you want to find out.

You're as pretty as she is.

I loved him very much. Losing him cut me in two, the part that just wanted to lie down and die, and the part that had to go through the grief and the anger and the motions—and live. Takes courage to live. Her.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

And while she hadn't been looking for a knight, she hadn't been searching out ogres, either.

What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.

I wouldn't have a now without you.

I admire independence. The world would be a stronger place if we were all capable of handling life on our own. But being capable of it doesn't mean being unable to share and depend on someone else. It shouldn't mean being unwilling to. That's the romance.

Drunkenness is a voluntary madness.' Can't think right off who said that, but it rings true.

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.

Told you not to tell her.

I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.

She had, for too many years, found it easier to bend than to stand.

He stayed nearly an hour. Clare would have kissed him again just for the fact he'd given her kids such a great time. He'd never seemed bored or annoyed with a conversation dominated by superheroes, their powers, their partners, their foes.