I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.
To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.
When I was little, my grandma used to get romance novels, and she would get hundreds of these, and she'd read a dozen a month.
'Superman/Wonder Woman,' people expected, I guess, a lot of romance, or maybe something that wasn't emotionally deep. Who knows?
I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous.
Liberals and conservatives are looking for entirely different things. Their attitudes toward romance and how they court are really dramatically different. There's almost no overlap.
I will continue to write what I love to read, and the fact that it doesn't sell as well as romance or sci-fi or fantasy isn't the point.
I keep waiting for the day in which everyone who loves 'Downton Abbey' will realize they were actually watching a historical romance novel.
I can't imagine a romance novel published today where the hero rapes the heroine and she falls in love with him.
The romance stuff is easy. A sex scene... that's hard, because you don't know what to do. Those scenes are awkward.
I am a bike enthusiast; there's a certain amount of romance to bikes. They're both beautiful and utilitarian.
Romance is important, but to have a friend you can use as a mirror, who can give you an objective response, that's what's really important.
My wife would say I'm not romantic at all, but I would say that I'm the ultimate romancer because I write about... life being brilliant.
Comics were going down for the second time and here, all of a sudden, came this thing and for the next fifteen years, romance comics were about the top sellers in the field; they outsold everything.
To have a romance, you have to have time. I'm a justice. I've written a book. The guy's gonna have to wait until I'm a little bit freer.
Bert: Isn't there any romance in you? Ernie Bishop: Sure, I had it... but I got rid of it.
Clarence Worley: [Peeling out in reverse into oncoming traffic] We now return to Bullit already in progress.
Lee: [on the phone] Who the fuck is Dick? Elliot: [Mishearing him] Huh? You want me to suck his dick?
Clifford Worley: [after Alabama kisses him] Son of a bitch was right. She taste's like a peach.
Vincenzo Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A, and at the risk of sounding redundant, please... make your answers genuine.
Dick Ritchie: I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out. All I got is fuckin' Floyd.
