“Love- what is love?A great and aching heart;Wrung hands;and silence;and a long despair”
“…hearts wrung with anguish, the anguish of having children, a vulnerability as astonishing as the capacity for love that parenthood brings.”
“What happened to your love of the long-legged bimbo?”“It was replaced by my love for great tits, great sex and a smart mouth.”
“Out where the world is in the making,Where fewer hearts in despair are aching, That’s where the West begins”
“But once in a great while he remembered that he had felt pain, a terrible ache in his heart, and he swore he would never let himself feel love for a human again.”
“My love, I fear the silence of your hands.”