“She's married. I'm more a friend and occasional lover.”
“I'm happily married to Peter senior; we're best friends as well as lovers, which is probably the best recipe for a successful relationship. We live in a lovely part of England.”
“Are you married?”“No.”She picked at her nails. “I'm not married, either.”
“She was his wife, mother, best friend, sister, lover, and priest.”
“Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.”
“Any human relationship either grows or withers. There's no leveling off, except stagnation or the hardening of the will into concrete. For friends, lovers, married people, a next step must be there and must be taken.”