Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.
It seemed that up until this moment she had been only half alive.
The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.
Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.
War makes strangers bedfellows.
[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.