It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time.
I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment.
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.
The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.
You must realize that I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself.