“To be able to say how much love, is love but little.”
“I mean they don't seem able to love us just the way we are. They don't seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.”
“It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.”
“A little love, a little buckshot, that's how I'd say handle yourself.”
“I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life.You are a second away from saying it.You have no idea how much I love you.”
“Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty.”