There are three secrets to writing a novel. Unfortunately nobody knows what they are. - William Somerset Maugham

She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. "You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!"

Women are strange little beasts,' he said to Dr. Coutras. 'You can treat them like dogs, you can beat them till your arm aches, and still they love you.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Of course, it is one of the most absurd illusions of Christianity that they have souls.

We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing, too