“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The birthing wolf, Her heart fed with tenderness, Gave forth from ripe brown nipples, Food to feed the universe.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“If you love my work, you are a good critic. If you do not love my work, you are a 'not good'… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. "What the fuck is your problem?" "I'm bored." With that, she head-butted him… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“In Sanskrit, there exists no word for ‘The Individual’ (L’Individu). En Grèce antique, il n’y avait aucun mot pour dire ‘Devoir’ (Duty).… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“If I got to you once, I can do it again. And maybe next time I won’t waste my breath trying to… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. "Yes. I am in love with him. And if you… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. Though I’ve never led an army, I am a wanderer. I cradle… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I met Anne in the autumn... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We rode the basement trains all night, speeding through the subterrains. I held her chin in the cup of my hand and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Payne put her palm up to her pounding heart. “I . . . don’t understand why you would . . . do… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“There are times when a man should sleep entwined in the warm flesh of a woman, his flanks plummeting into the perfumed… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song.… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I just wish moments weren’t so fleeting!' Isaac called to the man on the roof, 'They pass so quickly!' 'Fleeting?!' responded the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“...You see I believe in that stuff to: yoga and mystical powers. I once knew a man who could kill himself on… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“English: Ô, take this eager dance you fool, don’t brandish your stick at me. I have several reasons to travel on, on… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book:… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Fortune's fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I care not that this moment’s lot was thin and sparsely dealt; all pleasures sweet can be forgot the instant they are… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The lot of the bride to be wed before bed desired until rotten. The lot of the author to be read before… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for the bride.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image