Marsha Wilde

“The rap sheet of a dick."

"Dicks kill as much as anyone."

"I do try to keep mine nonviolent."

The smirk that crossed her face felt good. "It's got some punch."

"Thanks, darling. I'd love to punch you later."

"You always want to punch me."

"That's love for you."

Amused, she angled her head, studied him. "Maybe I'll punch you back."

"Here's hoping.”
― J.D. Robb, Concealed in Death

“Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart, There's so much of you.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Do either of y’all know what a viscount is?” June is saying, halfway through a cucumber sandwich. “I’ve met, like, five of them, and I keep smiling politely as if I know what it means when they say it. Alex, you took comparative international governmental relational things. Whatever. What are they?”

“I think it’s that thing when a vampire creates an army of crazed sex waifs and starts his own ruling body.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Dear Thisbe,
I wish there weren’t a wall.
Love, Pyramus”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue