There is so much more to marriage than who makes the money. Some of the hardest parts don't come with a paycheck.

— Michelle M. Pillow

There's nothing sweet about me, love," he said.

— Michelle M. Pillow

There ya are.” Erik grinned at her as he came bounding down the steps two at a time. He stepped around his statue of a sister as if such a thing were normal. Perhaps here it was. He paused, nodding at Marina. “Morning, banshee.” He gave a small brotherly laugh and poked his thumb toward her face. “She does kind of look like a banshee with her hair flying around like that and her mouth all open. Yeah, ma froze her good. See how her eyes don’t move?” Erik leaned closer to her and grinned as he looked into her mouth. “Ha, Luann put a mint in there.

— Michelle M. Pillow

The web is a dangerous place for a mind begging to slack off and be distracted by nonsense.

— Michelle M. Pillow

This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.

— Michelle M. Pillow

We did not go about this bride thing right. I do not think women are still used to being stolen as they once were.”“Some adjustment is to be expected.”“It is more than that. She keeps asking for things that I do not have—her Earth clothes and something called a cheeseburger, which I recall from the mini shows as being a giant food that women enjoy eating half naked very slowly.” Kyran thought of Eve’s beautiful legs. He would very much enjoy getting her a cheeseburger

— Michelle M. Pillow

When people get into their 30s plus "boyfriend" sounds weird...if you really think about it. Instead, I think we should universally start using the term "man friend" or "nookie bookie cuddles pie".

— Michelle M. Pillow

Without love, life was nothing but endless tasks and battles.

— Michelle M. Pillow

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

— Michelle M. Pillow

Ya smell like honey," he said. "I'm allergic to bees," she whispered. "I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.

— Michelle M. Pillow