Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.
KATHLEEN WINSORNothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.
KATHLEEN WINSORCharm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.
KATHLEEN WINSORIt seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.
KATHLEEN WINSORShe was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride.
KATHLEEN WINSORNow he was going–out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement–and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger.
KATHLEEN WINSORthere are only two ways to make a lot [of money] while you’re young: One is to entertain the public; and the other is to cheat it.
KATHLEEN WINSORThere’s one thing I’ve always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you’re doing.
KATHLEEN WINSORThere’s an old press-agents’ slogan that’s good advice: Don’t read your publicity – weigh it.
KATHLEEN WINSORthe end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions – and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.
KATHLEEN WINSORIf you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness
KATHLEEN WINSORWar makes strangers bedfellows.
KATHLEEN WINSORThey had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic.
KATHLEEN WINSORHalf the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.
KATHLEEN WINSORMarygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.
KATHLEEN WINSORThose places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.
KATHLEEN WINSORAdultery is not a crime, it’s an amusement.
KATHLEEN WINSOR