But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.
One's palate is reborn every morning!
I don't like people," said Velvet. "... I only like horses.
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'