Margaret Way

He's probably divorced. Mental cruelty.

Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.

The battle of the sexes and you're winning hands down.

Two brothers. Two different worlds. Different mothers, of course. Did that explain it? Women usually explained everything.

I know some women go in for excitement and danger. It must make them feel more alive. It's my professional judgment that you're a dangerous man.

I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.

Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.

If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?

She was so shattered about what kind of man he was -- brutal, tender, passionate. There was little doubt he had some mental disorder.

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

It may come as an extraordinary shock to you but you're the only woman who has ever succeeded in getting under my skin. It could be because you're a raving lunatic.

You make me come alive- too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.

I don't love you, you know. I'm merely crazy about you.