“Yet I am stuck in the idea of romance, a dreamer; I want to actually fall in love with a man, then marry him”

“Madam, you flatter yourself. I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man. - Rhett Butler”

“I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.”

“How do you not fall in love with him?"The tears begin flowing just as quickly as they were ceasing. I grab yet another tissue.  "I don't not fall in love with him. I don't not fall in love with him a lot!”

“I am sure we both loved a different man. Because a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’ve married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him.”

“I never said I didn't want to marry. It just didn't happen-Iam not the sort of lady a man chooses to marry, for I am too plain and too serious. Now I am reconciled to being on my own.”