Love, love, love--all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures..., a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It was only just words, words,--they meant nothing in the world to him, I might just as well have whistled. Words realize nothing,... vivify nothing to you, unless you have suffered in your own person the thing which the words try to describe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »