I'd sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.
W. Somerset MaughamHe did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her.
W. Somerset MaughamCharm and nothing but charm at last grows a little tiresome. It's a relief then to deal with a man who isn't quite so delightful but a little more sincere.
W. Somerset Maugham