63 Quotes by Jacqueline E. Smith

In my stories, I wrote Malcolm as fire and gold and power, but here in my arms, Colin is cedar, silver, and summer air.

I love being at my store early in the morning. With golden sunlight streaming in through the windows and the smell of old pages and fresh coffee lingering in the air, it’s like my own personal piece of Heaven.

Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.

There is no such thing as perfect. But even if there was, I would pick you over perfection any day.

Does that make me your Fairy Godmother?” “If you were really my Fairy Godmother, you would be driving.” “Hey, I chauffeured you around an entire country.”“Okay, that country isn’t even half the size of this one state. This one tiny state!

Okay, so let’s talk about the E-word. You all know which word I mean. That pesky E-word that skeptics like my cousin Theodore just love to throw around to try to make the family cryptid enthusiast look like a total loser. That’s right. I’m talking about evidence.

All my life, people have asked me why I believe in monsters and myths. They tell me that I have no reason to believe. But see, that’s where they’re wrong. I have every reason to believe. Because what is life without fascination? Without curiosity? I for one would hate to think that we as humans know everything that there is to know, that we’ve discovered all that there is to be discovered. Otherwise, what’s the point?

You know... It’s been a long time since I’ve been that nervous.” “You were nervous?” I ask. “Why?” “I’m making love to a romance author,” he explains with a grin. “Your standards are high.” “My standards are fictional.

As a romance author, I’m supposed to know how to make love out of words, and maybe once, I thought I did. After tonight, however, I don’t think I would know where to begin. It’s easy to fill a page with saccharine dialogue and pretty similes. Yet now it seems that every word of every page I’ve ever written falls terribly and tragically short.