The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around yourself – and keep it there.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
I’m riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don’t forget that I’m riding with curb and spurs just the same.
I’m tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better.
I’ve always had a weakness for lost causes once they’re really lost.
There’ll always be wars because men love wars. Women don’t, but men do...
These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.
Crackers are short on sparkle.
Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all – and yet so desirable?
She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile.
Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.
How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.
You’re like the thief who isn’t the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he’s going to jail. – Rhett Butler.
But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.
The whole world can’t lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven’t got any more – and by remembering too much.
All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.
I loved something I made up.
What most people don’t seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.