I’ll keep going till my face falls off.
Every woman dreams of love. When she is young she prays she will find it. When she is middle aged she hopes for it and when she is old she remembers it.
I have always found women difficult. I don’t really understand them. To begin with, few women tell the truth.
You become what you think. You are what you eat.
People don’t roll around naked in my books. I do allow them to go to bed if they’re married, but it’s all very wonderful and the moon beams.
My heroines are always virgins. They never go to bed without a ring on their fingers; not until page 118 at least.
Good must triumph over evil. It usually does in life and in any case it’s bad for young people to believe it doesn’t.
Love is next to Godliness with certain safeguards.
To sleep around is absolutely wrong for a woman; it’s degrading and it completely ruins her personality. Sooner or later it will destroy all that is feminine and beautiful and idealistic in her.
A historical romance is the only kind of book where chastity really counts.
France is the only place where you can make love in the afternoon without people hammering on your door.
As long as the plots keep arriving from outer space, I’ll go on with my virgins.
The right diet directs sexual energy into the parts that matter.
The great majority of people in England and America are modest, decent and pure-minded and the amount of virgins in the world today is stupendous.
Every man has been brought up with the idea that decent women don’t pop in and out of bed; he has always been told by his mother that “nice girls don’t.” He finds, of course, when he gets older that this may be untrue-but only in a certain section of society.
A man will teach his wife what is needed to arouse his desires. And there is no reason for a woman to know any more than what her husband is prepared to teach her. If she gets married knowing far too much about what she wants and doesn’t want then she will be ready to find fault with her husband.
I’ll wager that in ten years it will be fashionable again to be a virgin.
No one understood, she thought, the horrible, insidious, snake-like fear which could run through one’s body, sapping one’s will to the point when one behaved foolishly simply because one could not think clearly.
Is it possible for a ghost to have a baby?
I think women are brought into the world to be unhappy,” Madame Madeleine said. “If you are pretty you walk the dangerous path with pitfalls on either side of it, and if you are plain there are no pitfalls but you weep bitter tears of frustration!