What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

I'm only saying I want you to be happy. I hate your being unhappy. I don't mind anything you do that makes you happy." You just want an excuse. If I sleep with anybody else, you feel you can do the same - any time." That's neither here nor there. I want you to be happy, that's all." You'd make my bed for me?" Perhaps.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

A solitary laugh is often a laugh of superiority.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

I don't care a damn about men who are loyal to the people who pay them, to organizations...I don't think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren't there, but only one person. Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?