I don't think that women ought to sit down at table with men. It ruins conversation and I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads, and women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

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.

We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.

Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.