The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing.

The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

I was rather a goody-goody as a child... It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it.

He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.