“Give me a stock clerk with a goal, and I will give you a man who will make history. Give me a man without a goal, and I will give you a stock clerk.”

“I am one man with a laptop. When I give the world my characters, it's because I don't want to keep them for myself. You don't like what I made them do? Fucking tell me I'm wrong! Rewrite the story. Throw in a new plot twist. Make up your own ending.”

“Well, who doesn't love a good mpreg?""A what?""Sim gets man-pregnant? Gives birth to twins during a tornado?""I'll pretend I never heard that.""Here, I'll read you the wedding one -""NO.”

“My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what I want, but make me work for it.”

“But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas.”

“Spandex bodysuits, huh?” His eyes twinkled. “If that’s what turns you on—I’m all for giving it a try.”

“He was the bad boy type all right. The type my mother warned me about. the type you have a good time with, then forget about as you go home to live your boring life, while he moves on to the next skirt ready to give him the time of day.”