“Love grew commendably dependable - love was eggs, love was ham, love was the morning paper.”
“Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.”
“I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love.”
“We love the morning, because we know that there will be night soon! We love the night, because we know that there will be morning soon! Who loves the morning if there shall be no night? Who loves the night if there shall be no morning?”
“I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.”
“But love isn't quantifiable on paper.”