Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.
Gods always love the people who make 'em.
Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.
Magic is older than writing. So nobody knows how it started.
He looked like the love thoughts of women.