I don’t love you, you know. I’m merely crazy about you.
Men were like horses, she mused dreamily. All they needed was breaking in.
Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn’t found the antidote.
So gloriously confident, so new to life you could conquer the world.
Woman magic. A quality that could bring great joy or havoc or both in equal measure.
There are more good women in the world than there are men worthy of them!
Sleeping with a woman is easy. Loving her is an entirely different thing.
Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.
The battle of the sexes and you’re winning hands down.