Hatred can eat at you until there's nothing left, until you become the thing you hate. — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
“He had never dreamed anyone would ever care enough to venture into the darkness to pull him into the light. He felt bewildered and… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
“Thank you," he said politely. "Though I doubt if such extreme measures were necessary in my case. I'm not a warlike man." "Too much… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
The greatest compliment a writer can be given is that a story and character hold a reader spellbound. Im caught up in the story… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
“himself like a comet.” “A supernova,” Venable said. “He went back to traditional values” — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
If your feet are firmly planted on the grount you'll never be able to dance. — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
I write 'by the seat of my pants.' I love to do research. I am inspired by contemporary writers and contemporary events. I live… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
“Bradford watched her leave the stable. "Unusual woman. I feel quite intoxicated." He laughed. "But then I felt intoxicated before I met her, so… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
We're trained to believe we should cling to one person only. Yet there are so many people who pass in and out of our… — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
Hatred can eat at you until there's nothing left, until you become the thing you hate. — Iris Johansen Copy Share Image
