Aim high, hit high.

— Barbara Delinsky

Being friends is different from being lovers. It’s a sea change.

— Barbara Delinsky

Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely because she wasn't fussy about how she lived. In the last twelve months, she had survived dust while writing about elephant keepers in Kenya, ice while writing about the spirit bear of British Columbia, and flies while writing about a family of nomads in India.

— Barbara Delinsky

Confrontation is what happens when you are less than honest, and you get caught.

— Barbara Delinsky

Especially at a time when one's life was new, roots helped.

— Barbara Delinsky

Every man wants love, if he can get past the fear of exposure.

— Barbara Delinsky

Every woman feels. It just takes the right man to make things combust.

— Barbara Delinsky

French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing, but the dried basil and thyme she took from the herb rack were. Taking a vacuum-sealed package of sun-dried tomatoes from the cupboard, she set it on the counter beside the herbs. Frittata, hot biscuits, and fruit salad. With mimosas. And coffee. That sounded right. Eaten out on the deck maybe? No, not on the deck, unless the prevailing winds turned suddenly warm. They would eat here in the kitchen, with whatever flowers the morning produced. Surely more lavender. A woman could never have enough lavender- or day lilies or Castile, neither of which should bloom this early, but both of which had looked further along than the lavender, yesterday morning, so you never knew.

— Barbara Delinsky

Home development is about wishful thinking. It's about capturing a dream.

— Barbara Delinsky

I had nothing to fear from my father. Except his disappointment. Which was no small thing.

— Barbara Delinsky