There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I want to write a story for people where they finish it, and it sticks with them. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
And yet I understood the alienation of being around others who couldn't really see you or chose not to. I'd felt the… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There are millions of people who think that romance isn't real writing. But the only person who can make you real, make your books… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“Eva," she said exasperated. "You should've established a personal style by now-and it shouldn't be sweats!" Monica, Eva Tramell's mother, in "Reflected in You” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young? — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain't cutting it with me.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
I love digital books. And I actually started digital-first publishing back in 2005. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're the greatest risk I've ever taken. And the greatest reward. -- Gideon to Eva” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“You're so brave, Eva. So strong and honest. You're a miracle. My miracle.” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
Until you, I didn't consider my past as an issue. Yes, it affected certain ways I did things, but everything had its place and… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything. — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
