If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm g... by Nora Roberts

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

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I think writer is a word without gender, and a good writer observes, absorbs, hopefully empathizes then translates that into character and story. You don’t have to do or be or have experienced, traveled to, but you have to imagine all of that, very well–and believe it completely during the bubble of the work.

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I love you. I don't know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart's lost to you, and I wouldn't have it another way. You're what I want, all there is of you.

love-you heart years

People tell their children there are no monsters in the world. They tell them that because they believe it, or they want the child to feel safe. But there are monsters, Luke, all the more frightening because they look like people.

believe children people

Plus it's just embarrassing when someone - oops.' She pressed a hand to her side, and had the blood draining out of Harper's face. 'What? What?' 'Nothing. baby's moving around. Sometimes it gives me a jolt is all.' 'You should stand up. You should sit down.

baby blood moving

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang. by Nora Roberts

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.

You love tests?" "Well, yeah. There are questions and answers. True or false, multiple choice, essay. What's not to love?

true-or-false multiple-choice choices

She wants to learn how to handle a gun. Well, I want George Clooney naked in my bed, but I haven't attempted kidnapping. Yet.

The simple and most complex answer is love. by Nora Roberts

The simple and most complex answer is love.

complexes simple answers

The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth ever... by Nora Roberts

The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

coffee three views

Once you considered failure you were one step farther away from s... by Nora Roberts

Once you considered failure you were one step farther away from success.

You can't write well what you don't read for pleasure. If it doesn't entertain you, it's not going to entertain anyone else.

wells pleasure writing

Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

silence broken hands

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

opening-up loss giving

The man's got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coff... by Nora Roberts

The man's got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coffee?

bags coffee men

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

fighting running sometimes

So, you’re hitting on Clare the Fair.” “I’m not hitting on her. I’m exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.” “He’s hitting on her,” Owen said around a mouthful of chips. “You’ve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?” “Suck me. And they weren’t that bad.” “Yeah, they were,” Ryder disagreed. “But at least now we don’t have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.

writing song school

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're... by Nora Roberts

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

alive want beautiful

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "... by Nora Roberts

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

noticing cop looks

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.

ghost house trying