Yes?"" When you said you weren't angry..."" Yes?"" Were you?"" I was rather annoyed," he admitted." But not angry?" She sounded as if she didn't believe him." Believe me, Henry, when I get angry, you'll know."" What happens?" His eyes clouded over slightly before he answered. "You don't want to know." She believed him.

— Julia Quinn

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

— Julia Quinn

You are always looking at people like this.” And then she made a face, one he couldn’t possibly begin to describe.“If I ever look like that,” he said dryly, “precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

— Julia Quinn

You don't always have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one -Henrietta Barrett

— Julia Quinn

You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one."-Henrietta Barrett, (Minx, Splendid Trilogy book #3)

— Julia Quinn

You don't talk much, do you?" she blurted out." I didn't think there was a need. You seem to be holding up both our ends of the conversation admirably.

— Julia Quinn

You have a freckle,” he murmured. “Right” – he leaned down and dropped a light kiss near the inside of her elbow – “here.” “You’ve seen it before,” she said softly. It wasn’t in an immodest spot; she had plenty of frocks with short sleeves. He chuckled. “But I’ve never given if it’s proper due.” “Really.” “Mmm-hmm.” He lifted her arm, twisting it just a bit so that he could pretend to be studying her freckle. “It is clearly the most delightful beauty mark in all of England.” A marvelous sense of warmth and contentment melted through her. Even as her body burned for his, she could not stop herself from encouraging his teasing conversation. “Only England?” “Well, I haven’t traveled very extensively abroad…” “Oh, really?” “And you know…” His voice dropped to a husky growl. “There may be other freckles right here in this room. You could have one here.” He dipped a finger under the bodice of her nightgown, then moved his other hand to her hip. “Or here.” “I might,” she agreed. “The back of your knee,” he said, the words hot against her ear. “You could have one there.” She nodded. She wasn’t sure she was still capable of speech. “One of your toes,” he suggested. “Or your back.” “You should probably check,” she managed to get out. He took a deep, shuddering breath.

— Julia Quinn

You have a minute and a half left."" Fine," she snapped. "Then I'll reduce this conversation to one single fact. Today I had six callers. Six! Can you recall the last time I had six callers?" Anthony just stared at her blankly." I can't," Daphne continued, in fine form now. "Because it has never happened. Six men marched up our steps, knocked on our door, and gave Humboldt their cards. Six men brought me flowers, engaged me in conversation, and one even recited poetry." Simon winced." And do you know why?" she demanded, her voice rising dangerously. "Do you?" Anthony, in his somewhat belatedly arrived wisdom, held his tongue." It is all because he"—she jabbed her forefinger toward Simon—"was kind enough to feign interest in me last night at Lady Danbury's ball.

— Julia Quinn

You have asked her to marry you, I hope''''I might have demanded it'', he admitted.'' Even better

— Julia Quinn

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield

— Julia Quinn