I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don’t you? You’re.

– Je crois que je comprends, lança Andréa avec un soupir exaspéré. Mais ce n'est pas aussi simple que tu sembles le croire. Tu es en train de me demander de commettre un crime... de voler des lettres.– Mais ce sont mes lettres.– Je pense que la loi a un autre point de vue, fit Andréa sévèrement.– Oh... la loi rétorqua Claire, en réglant d'un geste vague le sort des justices française et britannique réunies.

There are a lot of snobs out there who disregard these books (romance novels), but they fulfil a need. I am happy and fulfilled in what I am doing and readers love them. And why not? They are harmless and they are fun.

It’s a pity that virgins can’t be issued with some kind of barcode. Think of the problems that would have saved you.

Dear God, Lisa, give me back my peace of mind!

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You'rein my blood, God help us both.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You're

You're like a madnessinside me, a fever I can't cure.

She clung to him, her hands raking at the smooth skin of her shoulders, the harsh hurry of her breathing matching his, her body poised on the edge of ecstasy, and realized with a kind of anguish that this was the last time she would ever fall through the stars to earth with him, and this agony of pleasure was their farewell to each other.

He has never understood that sometimes real love requires one to let the beloved go. Probably he never will.