Quotes by Kathleen Winsor

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.

The only genius thats worth anything is the genius for hard work.

I think Ill name her Amber - for the colour of her fathers eyes.

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