I used to play cello. My mother kept me out of school a whole year to study music and counterpoint. She thought I had ability, but I was absolutely without talent.

And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.

Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.

You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.

In those days, there was no money to buy books.

The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.