“Oh Gertrud,' I cried, intolerably stirred by the bare mention of thatbed, 'this is a bleak and mischievous world, isn't it? Do you think weshall ever be warm and comfortable and happy again?”
“Oh, I'm starting to cry again. That's what happens when you think about life being fair. And I can't explain why it isn't . . . I don't think it's something anybody knows.”
“Oh, come and stir my cauldron,And if you do it right,I'll boil you up some hot strong loveTo keep you warm tonight.”
“If you think of this world as a place simply intended for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place for training and correction and it's not so bad.”
“But if you tame me, then weshall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, Ishall be unique in all the world.”
“I don't ever want to be the reason you cry again.”