Woman magic. A quality that could bring great joy or havoc or both in equal measure.

Ingo was a fever, and so far she hadn’t found the antidote.

The truly unsettling thing about being a woman was needing a man to realise one’s full potential.

Women weren’t to be trusted. Or forgiven. Men weren’t to be trusted either. Not a woman alive would dispute that.

You’re the hero my young romantic heart settled on so long ago, you’re an absolute tiger at times, you’re devious and not above playing a few tricks. I love you whatever you are all the time. I’ve loved you for ten years without stopping. I’ll love you for as long as I have breath in my body. I’m committed to one man and I’m ready to face real life with him.

Keeping one’s guests supplied with liquor is the first law of hospitality.

Every man is a bachelor out of his wife’s sight!

Woman, thy name is perversity!

All human happiness revolves around love. Love is central to the bonds on which a family is built.

Keeping one's guests supplied with liquor is the first law of hospitality.