Sandra Brown Quotations

The Scottish Executive would be more honest if they'd given Tom Shaw a white stick anda guide dog, then tied his arms behind his back.

They've been great. We'll be open as long as we're needed.

Even we have secrets here in Middleburg, Florida, even though we're on Wisteria Lane,

I kind of get to see everybody, and get to know who's moving in, and when they get home.

He won't hurt me. I have a secret weapon.

Ah, but being in love made you mean and crazy. Love made you act like a fool even when you knew you were acting like a fool and couldn't help yourself from acting like a fool.

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you. You can’t be a cop.” “Not a cop.” “Federal agent?” “FBI.” “Even more unlikely.” “J. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but that’s the way it is.

People don't care how smart woman is as long as she's charming and gay and pretty.

He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it.

I don't panic unless I have to. Wastes energy.

Extraordinary beauty can be a curse to the one who possesses it. one pays a dear price for fame and fortune

You can only write by putting words on a paper one at a time.

In order to win everything, a woman must know to lose.

i'm going to marry you. i thought you'd like to know in case you wanted to buy a dress or something.

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

I think of my books now as suspense novels, usually with a love story incorporated. They're absolutely a lot harder to write than romances. They take more plotting and real character development.

I made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sleaziest, scummiest role.

I came to write after several mini careers. I did live theatre, managed a cosmetics store and was a local television personality.

People adjust their behavior to fit the society they live in. They integrate because they have to. But what they are on the inside doesn't change.

I'm sure you could have. Fending off unwanted male attention is a skill every attractive woman must acquire. But you're also a lady who was reluctant to cause a scene.. (Hammond Cross)

If you loved people, you might hurt them, dissapoint them, anger them, but you never, ever, dishonored them.

I love being the bad guy, simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up.

For each book, there's a back story of where the idea came from. Sometimes it's derived from a current event or topic of discussion. Often it begins with a character. And often, I have NO idea what sparked the idea. It's just there.

Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the bottom was going to drop out.

Should men and women be equal in all things? Absolutely. But I'm old-fashioned in that I like the differences between the sexes. My male characters are neither Neanderthals nor Prince Charmings. They're flawed.

What do you want? What are you willing to give up to get it? Writing requires you make sacrifices. Be prepared to work hard to be a writer.

And then he pressed into her. First his thighs, then his middle, his chest, and finally his mouth. She made a whimpering sound, but its definition was unclear even to her, until she realized that her arms had gone around him instinctually, and that she was clutching his back, his shoulders, her hands restless and greedy for the feel of him. He kissed her openmouthed, using his tongue, and when she kissed back, she felt the hum that vibrated deep inside his chest. It was the kind of hungry sound she hadn’t heard in a long time. Masculine and carnal, it thrilled and aroused her.

Don't ever be afraid to live. Because though dying is easy when compared to living

Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story.

It takes far less courage to cling to the past than it does to face the future".

Be prepared to work hard to be a writer.