She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the… — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful. — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
I've got a penny-ante talent, out of which I try to drum up a living for myself. And what nobody seems to realize is… — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
there are only two ways to make a lot [of money] while you're young: One is to entertain the public; and the other is… — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years. — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation. — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was… — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they… — Kathleen Winsor Copy Share
