The word book acted as a transient stimulus

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

Make my happiness--I will make yours.

Neither birth nor sex forms a limit to genius.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you