She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it.
William FaulknerWho is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?
William Faulkner