Quotes from Kathleen Winsor

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 to cheat it.

There's an old press-agents' slogan that's good advice: Don't read your publicity - weigh it.

the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions - and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.

I think Americans love success - but hate the people who have it.

It was a woman's bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should, they never get around to do what they want to do.

The king appeared... with his dogs and sycophants behind him.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should do, they never get around to what they want to do.

Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.

The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.

Most people are so busy knocking themselves out trying to do everything they think they should do, the never get around to doing what they want to do.

If you had better sense you'd have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness

Death was democratic. It made no choice between the rich and the poor, the beautiful and the ugly, the young and the old.

It seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.

Her honey-coloured hair fell in heavy wavesbelow her shoulders and as she stared up at him her eyes, clear, speckled amber, seemed to tilt at the corners; her brows were black and swept up in arcs, and she had thick black lashesh. There was about her a kind of warm luxuriance, something immediately suggestive to the men of pleasurable fulfillment- something for which she was not responsible but of which she was acutely conscious.

Edward Progers was his Majesty's Page of the Backstairs. He handled private money transactions, secret correspondence, and served in an ex-officio capacity as the King's pimp. It was a position of no mean prestige, and of considerable activity.

I think I'll name her Amber - for the colour of her father's eyes.

She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. The clothes he wore, the sound of his voice, the expression in his eys, all made her feel that she had had z moomentary glimpse into another world - and she longed passionately to see it again, if only for a brief while.

I want to live a lot of different lives, not just one. I wish I could have lived forever, in every age and every country, seen everything and done everything and felt everything." p. 193

once described fiction as a monumental lie that has to have the absolute ring of truth if it is to succeed. And that ring of truth invariably comes from research, which in turn gives a novel its authenticity. It is this kind of authenticity plus good storytelling that made Forever Amber a bestseller 56 years ago. Now

Do you know what this reminds me of--every time I see it happen? It's like a kids' game where the ones who are successful stand in a circle, grabbing money with one hand and passing it with the other. While everyone else stands around on the outside, watching them anxiously and trying to figure a way to get into the circle so they can play too.

The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.

I guess experience is just learning at first hand the things you knew all along anyway.