The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.
Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.
As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.
Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.