Diana Matos

“He stood looking down at her for a moment, then walked to the window and raised it. "Let's let the storm in," he said, and then it was with them, filling the half-dark room with sound and vibration. The rain-chilled air washed over her, cool and fresh on her heated skin. She sighed, the small sound drowned out by the din of thunder and rain.
There by the window, with the dim grey light outlining the bulge and plane of powerful muscle, Wolf removed his wet clothing.”
― Linda Howard, Mackenzie's Mountain

“Later, as I got to know her, I’d realize that when she gardens, she never sees the seed. She is already picturing the plant it will become. I imagine she thought the same, meeting me.”
― Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller

“I like you Jack, but don’t like Jorj Koony”
― B.A. Paris, Behind Closed Doors

“..If we killed women for their tongues all men would be murderers.”
― Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel