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“. . . she'd seen a flicker of something in his face that wasn't mere friendship, and they'd hugged, and she'd felt . . .

Best not to dwell on that hug, on how like home it had felt, on how a kind of insanity had gripped her at that moment, and she'd imagined him saying 'come with me' and known she'd have gone if he had.”
― Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

“I am a writer. I live a thousand different lives in a thousand different places, in a galaxy of black and white words. Lend me your imagination, reader, and let me show you new places, new people, and fantastic worlds, in all the myriad colors of your mind.”
― Christine Stobbe

“Do you even realize what you are asking me to do, you idle man? Do you know how much I am needed here? It really surprises me that you could think of asking me to just walk away with you.â€�
“You are just a slave here, Mehak. If you come with me you will be a queen.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“New Orleans has a scent of its own that's strong almost all the time. Magnolia, sweet olive, jasmine, and chicory-flavored coffee. I doubt anyone will notice you there. Let me give you something beautiful and tender and delicate and tasty, like what you give me every day now, with your skin. Let me give you New Orleans.”
― Margot Berwin, Scent of Darkness