“They call her love, love, love, love, love. She is love, and she is all I need.”
“Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!”
“In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”
“If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces-- love her, love her, love her!”
“Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.”
“Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for.”