I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.
Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.
The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.
All stories, if continued far enough, end in death.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.