She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.
W. Somerset MaughamNothing in the world is permanent, and weโre foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely weโre still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.
W. Somerset MaughamA novelist must preserve a childlike belief in the importance of things which common sense considers of no great consequence.
W. Somerset Maugham