5 Quotes by Carolly Erickson

What a hard thing it is to write of love! Easy enough to describe the burning brand of lust, or yearning of infatuation, that yearning that can never be assuaged. But love! There is only the word, and the knowing it.

It's a wonder, given your prowess with these delicious women, that there aren't dozens of little Bonapartes running around. Tell me, how do you account for that?

Could it be that the great Bonaparte is incapable of fathering a child? that it is not I who am at fault but you?

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

It’s a wonder, given your prowess with these delicious women, that there aren’t dozens of little Bonapartes running around. Tell me, how do you account for that?