“Our bed of love is like a glove,tender and warm, that we creep into”
“Love is tender, like the pot roast I’m keeping warm in my shoes.”
“we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”
“good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.”
“Where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go.”
“When you're with a man, no one tells you he's a creep; they don't like to; they think, well, that's her choice, perhaps ours isn't up to much either; how will we ever be sure, in this polite world? In other words, as we all know, one woman's creep is another's true love, and just as well.”