“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
“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy,… — 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
“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
“Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for the bride.” — Roman Payne 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
“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
“The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness, Her soul was taken from sanity.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the… — 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
“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
“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
“There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the… — 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
“It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once:… — 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
“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
