The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“Dr. Lumes,” she echoed scathingly. “I suppose you are going to suggest giving me a complete physical inspection.” “Oh, I’m not that kind of doctor,” he replied in a languid voice, and leaned even closer to whisper, “I’m a doctor of literature, madam.” She nearly swooned into his arms. ~ India Holton, The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in? ~ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“I still have a lot to figure out, but the one thing I know is, wherever you are, that’s where I belong. I’ll never belong anywhere like I belong with you.” ~ Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation

“A warrior believes in an end she can’t see and fights for it. A warrior never gives up. A warrior fights for those weaker than herself. It sounds like motherhood to me.” ~ Kristin Hannah, The Four Winds

The three of them sat there — A Ministry agent, a half-djinn, and a cat (likely), staring out past the balcony to the sleeping city they somehow had to find a way to save. ~ P. Djèlí Clark, A Master of Djinn

There’s a moral lesson in there somewhere. People with power resent losing it, and too much power for too long a time can make a villain of anyone. ~ Hannah Whitten, For the Wolf

“You wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.” ~ Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

Change often starts with the smallest of whispers. Like-minded people building it up to a roar. ~ T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

Noemí was struck with the desire to lean forward and kiss him, a feeling like wishing to light a match, a burning, bright, and eager feeling. Yet she hesitated. It was easy to kiss someone when it didn’t matter; it was more difficult when it might be meaningful. ~ Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Mexican Gothic

But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so. Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

This whole town was just people who weren’t screwing pretending they were and people who were screwing pretending they weren’t. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising

When Boris noticed me, his brows rose in concern. Of course, he knew something was wrong, he was a librarian—part psychologist, bartender, bouncer, and detective. ~ Janet Skeslien Charles, The Paris Library

I’ve learned so much about writers. You’re a strange kind of beast, aren’t you, with your petty feuds and your fifty shades of narcissism? You act like words don’t belong to everyone. You act like stories don’t have real people attached to them. ~ Jean Hanff Korelitz, The Plot

Trust me. You just have to open your heart. If you can do that, your world’s going to be a much brighter place from now on. ~ Emily Henry, Beach Read

If she opened her mouth, all the butterflies in her middle would fly out. ~ C. L. Polk, The Midnight Bargain

You think you know who you are, you think you have your identity down pat, signed and sealed in a box that you call “me,” and then you realize you’re attracted to musicians—that “dexterous” is sexy to you—and you have to rethink everything you know about yourself. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves

“...your body is not a temple, it’s an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.” ~ Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly

“You get used to marvelous things. You take them for granted. You can try not to, but you do. There’s too much wonder, that’s all. It’s everywhere.” ~ Stephen King, Later