We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons

The Loved Object Is Simply One That Has Shared An Experience At The Same Moment Of Time, Narcissistically; And The Desire To Be Near The Beloved Object Is At First Not Due To The Idea Of Possessing It, But Simply To Let The Two Experiences Compare Themselves, Like Reflections In Different Mirrors. All This May Precede The First Look, Kiss, Or Touch; Precede Ambition, Pride, Or Envy; Precede The First Declarations Which Mark The Turning Point—for From Here Love Degenerates Into Habit, Possession, And Back To Loneliness.

A Woman's Best Love Letters Are Always Written To The Man She Is Betraying.

Every Man Is Made Of Clay And Diamond, And No Woman Can Nourish Both.

Like All Young Men I Set Out To Be A Genius, But Mercifully Laughter Intervened.

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.