A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which young ladies should flock.

— Julia Quinn

And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out." You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door." Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eating.

— Julia Quinn

And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.

— Julia Quinn

And she never knew that he laid awake the whole time, his lips at her temple, his hand against her hair. Whispering her name. Whispering other words as well.

— Julia Quinn

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way........ His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

— Julia Quinn

Anthony Bridgerton leaned back in his leather chair, and then announced, "I'm thinking about getting married." Benedict Bridgerton, who had been indulging in a habit his mother detested—tipping his chair drunkenly on the back two legs—fell over. Colin Bridgerton started to choke. Luckily for Colin, Benedict regained his seat with enough time to smack him soundly on the back, sending a green olive sailing across the table. It narrowly missed Anthony's ear.

— Julia Quinn

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew.

— Julia Quinn

Any man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.

— Julia Quinn

Are you all right?” he asked Olivia. His heart was still racing with terror that she’d been hurt. “I heard a woman scream.”“Ah, that would have been me,” Sebastian said. Harry looked down on his cousin, face frozen in disbelief. “You made that noise?”“It hurt,” Sebastian bit off. Harry fought not to laugh. “You scream like a little girl.

— Julia Quinn

At present, however, with his aching head and queasy stomach, Sebastian was feeling exceedingly resistible. Or if not that, then resistant. Aphrodite herself could descend from the ceiling, floating on a bloody clamshell, naked but for a few well-placed flowers, and he’d likely puke at her feet. No, no, she ought to be completely naked. If he was going to prove the existence of a goddess, right here in this room, she was damned well going to be naked.He’d still puke on her feet, though.

— Julia Quinn