A compliment about one’s nature is more important because a person has to choose how to behave, whilst a compliment about one’s appearance doesn’t mean overly much because there is no choice involved there.

— Julie Garwood

A woman can't do anything about her appearance. Either she's pretty or she isn't. But her character is quite another matter.

— Julie Garwood

Damn, you're good,' he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn't much for flowery speech, Alexandra thought with a smile. It didn't matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she'd pleased him. Perhaps she should give him a little praise too. She rolled onto her side to face him, put her hand on his chest directly over his pounded heart, and whispered. 'You're good, too. 'Tis the truth, you're the best I've ever had.' He opened his eyes to look at her. 'I'm the only one you've ever had, remember?' His voice was gruff with affection. 'I remember,' she said. 'No other man is ever going to touch you, Alexandra. You're mine.

— Julie Garwood

Dreams are for little girls to whisper to each other. They don't really come true. I'm a fully grown woman now, Frances Catherine. I don't imagine impossible things.

— Julie Garwood

Every man has a weakness," he patiently explained. "I'll find theirs, I promise you."" Every man?"" Yes," he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes." What is your weakness, Bro dick?" she asked." You.

— Julie Garwood

Every man has a weakness!” he patiently explained. “I'll find theirs, I promise you.” “Every man?”“Yes,” he answered emphatically. ...“What is your weakness, Bro dick?” she asked. “You.

— Julie Garwood

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about.

— Julie Garwood

He who controls the remote, controls the world

— Julie Garwood

I am ever a gentle maiden," she shouted. "Damn if I'm not.

— Julie Garwood

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it," she threatened.

— Julie Garwood