“In order not to give myself up to the desire to kill him on the spot, I felt compelled to treat him cordially.”

“The ease of his manner freed me from painful restraint; the friendly frankness, as correct as cordial, with which he treated me, drew me to him”

“I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.”

“I was a fool. I should have grabbed him when I could have had him all to myself, snatched him up like a ripe mango at the market. But how was I to know that this was what love felt like?”

“Yeah. You treat him like a son or a soldier, instead of like a brother. He wants you to like him and admire him and love him. Maybe in that order.”

“Does a soldier go to war in order to kill the enemy? no, he goes in order to die for his country.Does a wife want to show her husband how happy she is? no, she wants him to see how she suffers in order to make him happyDoes the husband go to work thinking he will find personal fulfillment there? no, he is giving his sweat and tears for the good of the familyAnd so it goes on: sons give up their dreams to please their parents, parents give up their lives in order to please their children; pain and suffering are used to justify the one thing that should bring only LOVE..”