“I do my job like I breathe — so if I can’t breathe I’m in trouble.”

“I can’t do my job, if you don’t do yours. I also can’t do my job, so can you do mine too?”

“I didn’t know what to say to that. I just stared at him. He was right, of course he was right, but… “I can’t do my job like this.” “No,” he said, “you can’t.” Then suddenly I felt the first tear slide down my face. “No crying,” he said. Another tear joined the first. I fought not to wipe at them. His hand dropped to his side and he took a deep breath. “That’s not fair. Don’t cry.” “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to, but you’re right, I think. I’m pregnant, damn it, not crippled.”

“And I never felt this way with anyone else. Like I’m falling every time I’m around you, like I can’t catch my breath, and I feel alive—not just standing around and letting my life walk past me. There’s been nothing like that with anyone else.”

“This man, he is the air I breathe. I can define it I think. It’s like my lungs hold their breath each time were apart and deflate when I first see him again. I believe the term is even a breath of fresh air. I can’t breathe without him.-Tainted Book 2 Fey Court Trilogy”

“Writing is my passion, not my job. I need to write as much as I need to breathe, if not more.”