It's an odd thing about love. When someone you love cries, your heart melts. But when someone you don't love cries, you look at them and think, Why are you telling 'me' this?

I would rather die then try to live without you”, “May you always love me and want me but never have me”, “May you never love anyone but me”.

Time has no meaning, Love will endure.

Everyone wanted his relatives to be proud of him, didn't he?

You should really stay true to your own style. When I first started writing, everybody said to me, 'Your style just isn't right because you don't use the really flowery language that romances have.' My romances - compared to what's out there - are very strange, very odd, very different. And I think that's one of the reasons they're selling.

What I do know is that I can't hurt a ghost. I wish I could fall in love with Ann Stuart. I wish I could wed her and bed her and have children with her. I wish I could fill that huge house with little spirit children who would live forever and never die.

I think I'd want to have an affair with a Montgomery but marry a Taggert.

I'm an American and I want instant gratification.

I've come to realize that life is what you make it.

My university degree is in art and, yes, I do a lot of drawing for all my books. I have a big drafting table set up in a spare bedroom and I cover it with maps and house plans and sketches that I use in the books. Also, I truly love architecture, so that plays a big part in all my books.

I have many things I want out of life, but I'm practical. I know that I must wait to get what I want.

Were I to die tomorrow, my soul would remember you. ~Nicholas Stafford

What kind of wedding do you want? The one with a groom.

Love can make even nice people do awful things.

There are some things that are as ancient as time, and knowing when a man desires you is one of those.

On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.

What self-respecting male wanted a job being photographed?

My soul will find yours.