“There is always something left to love.”

“and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.”

“And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.”

“Love was always love anytine anyplace but it was more solid the closer it came to death .”

“Love if it existed was something separate: another life.”

“I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.”

“For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.”