...even though you said yes to the wrong man, I hope that won't cause you to say no to the right one.

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.

My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.

Some people there's no getting over.

And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.

Women beg me for it, and not the other way around." "Then you should go to one of them." "Oh, I will. When we return to London, I'm going to embark on a spree of orgiastic debauchery that won't end until someone is arrested for it. But in the meanwhile...do you truly expect that the two of us are going to share a bed tonight-and tomorrow night-as chastely as a pair of nuns on holiday?

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.