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“I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.”
― William Trevor

“This table is a pigeon trap. A dozen different forks and knives and spoons. Four different goblets. All of them just waiting to be knocked over or misapplied and mishandled. It’s a wonder anyone is ever tempted to eat.”
― Siri Mitchell, She Walks in Beauty

“Emily picked up her fork and contemplated eating the waffles left-handed in front of Carter. Her skin prickled as she imagined a trail of strawberry syrup cascading down the ruffles of her pristine blouse. “Aren’t you going to eat, Emily?” Grandma Kate asked. “Your waffles will get soggy.” “I like it when the syrup soaks in.” “Nonsense.” Her grandmother waved her hand in the air, shoved her own empty plate away, and set a leather-bound ledger on the table. Emily bit her lip and used the side of her fork to try to cut off the corner. Ah. Success. She glanced up and caught Carter grinning at her. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze back to her breakfast. Even without looking, she knew he was still watching. She’d show him she was a woman who could tackle anything—big or small. Her grandmother thumbed through the ledger. “And Carter studied finance, Emily. Since your brother is busy running your father’s business, I’ve asked Carter to help me manage my assets.” “But I thought—” Emily jerked. The bite of waffle on the tip of her fork, drenched in strawberry syrup, went flying across the table. 4 Instinct alone propelled Carter to catch the chunk of waffle midair. The contents squished in his palm, and he grabbed his napkin from the table. When he’d managed to scrub the worst of the berry stain off, he looked up and met Emily’s horrified gaze. Laughter rumbled in his chest, but with great effort he kept it in check.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“She whirled, intending to head back down the stairs. Carter caught her wrist. “You can ride down with me.” More heat flooded her face, and the afternoon sun seemed to pour down with greater intensity. She considered walking away, but the pain in her backside predicted a less than ladylike gait. He’d see her waddle, and her humiliation would double. But riding down the toboggan run with him? “Carter, I’m not sure.” His eyes darkened. “Is it because of earlier?” “Aw, ease up on her, Stockton.” Ducky stepped forward. “It’s not her fault if she doesn’t want to be around a cad like you. Walking into ladies’ bathhouses and all.” Comfortable teasing laced his voice. “She can take my toboggan, and I’ll ride down with you.” He flopped the toboggan down on the deck and held out his hand. “Will that work, Miss Graham?” “Yes, thank you very much.” She took his hand and gingerly seated herself. Picking up the reins on the toboggan, she turned to nod to Ducky to release her. Instead, she found Carter. Her eyes widened. “Hold on.” The smile had crept back into his voice. “You’re about to go on the ride of your life.” The sled lunged forward and her stomach lodged in her throat—not from the ride as much as the unspoken promise Carter’s words seemed to hold.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“Let’s take a break.” “But I have to go home to get ready.” He sat down and tugged her down beside him. “So, you’re still going with me?” She smiled. “I have to go with you. You’re the only one who will appreciate my green dress.” He chuckled and pulled her close. “You’ll be gorgeous.” “Croak, croak,” she mumbled. “Emily, when are you going to start seeing yourself as beautifully as I do?”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“This is the excuse you’ve been looking for, isn’t it?” He heard the hard edge in his voice. “You think you can push me away before I get the chance to hurt you. You’ll go bury your feelings in a pile of work just like you always do. You’re scared to love me, but you’re too late, Emily Graham. You already do.” “I never said that.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“He hopped down from his perch and met her on the walk. “For you.” He held out the daisy. “Your favorite, right?” “You remembered.” “Of course I did. The other day you said you loved its simple beauty.” A rosy blush bloomed on her cheeks, and he grinned.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“Am I still your girl?” “You’ve never stopped.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“You are the most stubborn creature God ever placed on this earth, Emily Graham.” “Thank you.” “I didn’t mean it as a compliment, and I’m not saying I was wrong.” He shoved up his shirtsleeves. “No one—and I mean no one—is going to talk disrespectfully about you when I’m around.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“I love you, Carter Stockton. I love how you want to follow God, I love your trustworthiness, and I love the tumble of curls on your forehead.” “Is that a yes?” “That, my love, is a grand slam.” With a whoop, he lifted her from the ground and spun her in a circle until the dizziness in her head matched the dizziness in her heart.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“Carter snickered, and Emily shot him a glare. His midair catch obviously hadn’t won him any favor in her eyes. If he had to guess, she’d tried and convicted him of being a cocky baseball player, not worthy of thinking beyond the field. Fine. He’d change her mind. He enjoyed a challenge. And she should realize he wasn’t used to losing.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“Emily sighed and accepted the proffered U-shaped metal. Stepping up to the line Marion indicated, Emily swung her arm back with force. When she raised her left arm to swing the horseshoe, the weight of it surprised her, and she lost her balance. The horseshoe flew high into the air, flipped three times, and came down with amazing speed. Before anyone could react, it conked Marion Wormsley on top of his derby-covered bald head, and he slumped to the ground. Emily stared at the dazed man lying prone at her feet. Slowly he sat up, drew off his hat, and rubbed the egg-shaped swelling on the top of his head.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“I look ridiculous.” “You look like a beautiful baseball player.” He paused and grinned. “And that blush looks lovely with your outfit.” She rolled her eyes. “Have you forgotten I have a bat in my hands?” “Ah, but can you use it?”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“As he intertwined his fingers with Emily’s, warmth pooled in his chest. He studied her as she closed her eyes to enjoy the music. She truly had no idea how beautiful she was. Even more so inside. And in those moments when he’d waited for her, he’d realized something. He had a future now. He didn’t need to keep his feelings silent any longer. The last strains still hung in the air when he pressed his lips to her ear. “Emily,” he whispered, “I do believe I love you.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“Carter told you he loves you, didn’t he?” Wide-eyed, Emily turned from the mirror. “How did you know?” “You nearly floated into the house when you came home. And now your face switches from joy to terror in seconds.” Grandma Kate smiled, the wrinkles crinkling around her eyes. “And what did you say?” Heat infusing her cheeks, Emily licked her lips. “Ah, he didn’t let you answer. Smart boy.” “Grandma!” The older woman waddled to the door. “It’s good to make him wait a bit for your declaration. You should pray about it before you say anything. Affairs of the heart need to be placed in the hands of the Lover of our souls. Only God knows what is best.” She tilted her head to the side to take in both ear bobs. “He’s a good man, Emily. Don’t be afraid.”
― Lorna Seilstad, A Great Catch

“No matter how grim things may seem, they always get better.”
― Joy Fielding, Lost

“We are who we pretend to be.”
― Joy Fielding

“If I'm walking on thin ice, I might as well dance my way across.”
― Mercedes Lackey

“He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“I think you just complimented me," said Jane. "You should take better care next time."
The music had started, the couples had begun a promenade, but Mr. Nobley paused to hold Jane's arm and whisper, "Jane Erstwhile, if I never had to speak with another human being but you, I would die a happy man. I would that these people, the music, the food and foolishness all disappeared and left us alone. I would never tire of looking at you or listening to you." He took a breath. "There. That compliment was on purpose. I swear I will never idly compliment you again."
Jane's mouth was dry. All she could think to say was, "But... but surely you wouldn't banish all the food."
He considered, then nodded once. "Right. We will keep the food. We will have a picnic."
And he spun her into the middle of the dance.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“He nodded. "And if I don't make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every day of your life, then I don't deserve to be near you.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“Miss Erstwhile: “It is such a relief, Mr. Nobley, to already know that you find this exercise vulgar and your partner unworthy. It saves us the idle chitchat.”
Mr. Nobley: “And yet you chat away.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“I need to admit up front that I don't know how to have a fling. I'm not good at playing around and then saying good-bye. I'm throwing myself at your feet because I'm hoping for a shot at forever." Henry Jenkins/Mr. Nobley”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life...go make your happily-ever-after happen.”
― Shannon Hale, Austenland

“We are all hypocrites. We cannot see ourselves or judge ourselves the way we see and judge others.”
― José Emilio Pacheco, Battles in the Desert & Other Stories

“She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.”
― Barbara Michaels, Houses of Stone

“Who are you talking to?”

“Myself.”

“You do that a lot.”

“I know. I’m the only one who understands me.”
― Kasie West, P.S. I Like You

“You’re my favorite way to pass the time. But time stands still when you’re on my mind.”
― Kasie West, P.S. I Like You