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“When I met this man, I thought he was all those things. What I didn't realize is that these quizzes [in lady's magazines] would serve better if they asked what you do NOT want in a partner. [...] Knowing what you don't want is more important than than what you do want, because the reality is, we rarely dream as big for ourselves as the universe can; by knowing what your nos are, you get to the yes, and the yes is bigger that you maybe imagined. It would have served me well to have steered clear of the controlling, manipulative, and violent.”
― Rose McGowan, Brave

“The man was handsome, and he taught English in the same department as me--- and the second he showed up at my apartment and saw my bookshelf, he laughed.
"You turn them around when guests come over, right?" he asked, motioning to the sanguine embraces and lusty women across the covers. He plucked one off the shelf--- a vintage-looking bodice ripper with Jason Baca on the cover, inches away from dragging his tongue across the woman's neck. "This Fabio's not exactly a Chuck Palahniuk."
"That's not Fabio."
"My mistake, they all look the same."
I sighed. "Well, that's a pity."
"Why?"
"Because you have to leave. The door's there, if you've forgotten."
He chuckled nervously. "I didn't... You're kidding."
"No. I didn't judge you when you said you collected swords. You don't put them away when company comes over, do you? Besides, romance outsells every other genre--- by a lot, and it's still growing even when sales in every other genre are declining. In the US alone, romance sells about nineteen billion units a year." I plucked the paperback from his hand. "You can take that to your next fight club. Now there's the door.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story