Because that is when you love somebody - when you see them being game in the face of the worst. Not courageous. Not heroic. Just game.
The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.
The pleasure isn't in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.
How Far back must we go to discover the beginning of trouble?
The signore...wishes her to begin at the beginning.
I think I write or publish as much as I do because I can bear being without a book to work on.