I doubt if there are many normal women who can resist looking at houses. I believe, in fact, that when a house is up for sale more than half the people who look over it are not prospective buyers, but merely ladies who cannot resist exploring someone else's house.

Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

It is not true that women cannot keep secrets. Where they love, they can be trusted to death and beyond, against all sense and reason. It is their weakness, and their great strength.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

I knew that I had turned my world back to cinders, sunk my lovely ship with my own stupid, wicked hands.