I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

— Christine Feehan

I know what it's like to battle every day of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.

— Christine Feehan

I'll be damned if I apologize for the choices I've made. They were hard decisions, but I had good reasons for making them.

— Christine Feehan

I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your thoughts and read your memories. The very light in you, our tremendous capacity for loving, humbles me.

— Christine Feehan

I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.

— Christine Feehan

I'm an observer. I read about life. Furthermore, I research life. Furthermore, I find a corner in a room and melt into it. Furthermore, I can become invisible. It's an art, and I am a wonderful practitioner.

— Christine Feehan

I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him" She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. "And I don't know if I can live without him.

— Christine Feehan

Is it like this everywhere you go?” Gary asked. “Pretty much.” Savannah shrugged calmly. “I don’t really mind. Peter always—” She broke off abruptly and brought the steaming cup to her mouth. Gregory could feel sorrow beating at her, a crushing stone weighing down her heart. His hand slipped down her arm to lace his fingers through hers. At once, he poured warmth and comfort into her mind, the sensation of his arms around her body, holding her close. “Peter Sanders always took care of the details surrounding Savannah’s shows. He was very good at shielding her. He was murdered after her last show out in San Francisco.” He provided the information quietly to Gary. “I’m sorry,” Gary said instantly, meaning it. Her distress was evident in her large blue eyes. They shimmered with so

— Christine Feehan

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

— Christine Feehan

It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable

— Christine Feehan