It's lovely to be here, and at least it's, you know, no effort.
The fact is that young people are going to have sex whether you like it or not.
Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise...
I think our hearts are very chemical and we change the way we see people according to how we feel about them. That's what love is, in a way.
I am who I am, and there is nothing I can do about that.