If I choose to take the pen from God and write the story of my life without Him, I better have plenty of erasers and a whole lot of white-out. Better yet, I should invest in a good shredder.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

— Laurell K. Hamilton

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

— Pamela Clare

Never apologize for correct actions.

— R.J. Lawrence

Back the fuck off fluffy!

— Seth Tucker

Shocked at this rebuke, Sarah took a step backward. “But I…I am the daughter of a marquess. I cannot marry either—”“You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one’s fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one’s actions.” His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. “The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier—true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family’s wealth, your title, your virtue—they mean nothing out here. They won’t fill your belly, and they won’t keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival.

— Pamela Clare

The only thing that will ever make me fall in love is: if I fall in love.

— C. JoyBell C.

Congratulations, he said. 'That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.' His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. 'Ever.

— Patrick Rothfuss

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing exultation, causing stalks to lie flat against the ground while the tougher branches of shrubs held themselves up and shrieked their defiance in the gusts. Then the first drops, cold and heavy, would plummet from the sky and burst on the ground.

— Jonathan Renshaw

Life is too short to waste any amount of time on wondering what other people think about you. In the first place, if they had better things going on in their lives, they wouldn't have the time to sit around and talk about you. What's important to me is not others' opinions of me, but what's important to me is my opinion of myself.

— C. JoyBell C.