All human happiness revolves around love. Love is central to the bonds on which a family is built.
Sleeping with a woman is easy. Loving her is an entirely different thing.
Sometimes she couldn’t tolerate a man’s physical superiority. No wonder they were so damned macho.
Women weren’t to be trusted. Or forgiven. Men weren’t to be trusted either. Not a woman alive would dispute that.
It’s quite commonplace for a young man to fall in love and equally commonplace for him to be rejected, but come what may, I’ll always be fond of you.
Men were like horses, she mused dreamily. All they needed was breaking in.
The nicest men in the world were horribly cruel. They took no great pleasure from it, it was just part of being a male, with a perpetual deep gulf between the sexes.
She was no intellectual, but men were scrupulous about avoiding intellectual women unless they had the sense to keep it well hidden.
Men-what arrogance! That was the worst of them. Forget the sexual hold they had on you. They would never liberate women at all.
There are more good women in the world than there are men worthy of them!
Woman magic. A quality that could bring great joy or havoc or both in equal measure.
I don’t love you, you know. I’m merely crazy about you.
You make me come alive- too alive. It’s breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing’s the same again.
It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you’re the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you’re a raving lunatic.
The truly unsettling thing about being a woman was needing a man to realise one’s full potential
She was so shattered about what kind of man he was — brutal, tender, passionate. There was little doubt he had some mental disorder.
If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?
Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.
I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.
I know some women go in for excitement and danger. It must make them feel more alive. It’s my professional judgment that you’re a dangerous man.
Two brothers. Two different worlds. Different mothers, of course. Did that explain it? Women usually explained everything.
The battle of the sexes and you’re winning hands down.
Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.
You have got a sharp tongue, haven’t you honey? You’ll have to watch it or you’ll go to a lonely spinster’s grave.
Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn’t found the antidote.