“Will these books be comedies or tragedies?” “Both. Just like life.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“We have every book you’ll need,” Mr. Reynolds said with a wink behind his Coke-bottle glasses. “Just ask.” “Every book I’ll ever… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“What's a dissertation?" "If Satan gave you instructions for writing the book report from Hell, it would closely resemble those of a… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“A love story is not the same as a romance novel. A romance novel is the story of two people falling in… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“He'd stolen his philosophy of editing from the old New Critics—it's just about the book. Not the author, not the market, not… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“You know I didn't start writing books until after I left Søren. I could barely get out of bed that first month.… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“So you,” she said, meeting his eyes, “are a librarian. What does that make me then? A seven-day loan?” Daniel laughed as… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“He was the son of this bitchy book reviewer. Totally blasted my first book. Called all my lovely kinksters ‘sick’ and ‘abusive.’… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“My Caroline, If you’re reading this endnote then I can assume you’ve suffered your way through the story, our story once again.… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Tell me something boss. What do you think is the highest form of art? 'Literature," he answered without hesitation. 'Painters and sculptors… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“God, how he loved Søren. Loved him. Loved him like a father, like a brother, like a friend and a lover…and loved him like… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“With trembling hands, Zach opened the front cover and flipped to the dedication page. "To Zachary Easton, my editor. Fuck you.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you, Eleanor. Nothing I wouldn’t do to help you. And nothing I wouldn’t do to… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“What's a dissertation?" "If Satan gave you instructions for writing the book report from Hell, it would closely resemble those of a Ph.D. dissertation.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“You know I don't mind sloppy seconds. And knowing Pope Whatadick, he probably blesses is cum before he blows it” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“Oh, yes, poor little me. Had to have sex with the two most beautiful men on the planet in the same night. It was… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“He had to be a hero for her. He wished the world still had dragons so he had something to slay for her.” — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
“But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were." "Yes, sir." "Lay down on your back." "Very… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
