But Ruth and Tommy never did anything gross in front of people, and if sometimes they cuddled or whatever, it felt like they were genuinely doing it for each other, not for an audience.

Then he took the sword in both hands and raised it—and Gawain’s posture took on an unmistakable grandeur.

The giant, once well buried, now stirs. When soon he rises,

Dinner will be served at the usual time and I am pleased to say there will be no discernible traces left of the recent occurrence by that time.

If disappointments do come, you will carry on still. You will say, just as he does, I am so lucky.

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We're the only ones who care now. The likes of you and me, Ono, when we look back over our lives and see they were flawed, we're the only ones who care now.

The rest of my life stretches out as an emptiness before me.

A couple may claim to be bonded by love, but we boatmen may see instead resentment, anger, even hatred. Or a great barrenness. Sometimes a fear of loneliness and nothing more.

I don't know why, but it didn't seem an option for more than one of us to storm off, and I wanted to make sure that one was me.

It might be just some trend that came and went," I said. "But for us, it’s our life.

Plenty of couples, they start off loving each other, then get tired of each other, end up hating each other. Sometimes though it goes the other way.

You'll figure it out! You get on your plane and I'll get on mine. And we'll see which one crashes!

The giant, once well buried, now stirs. When soon he rises, as surely he will, the friendly bonds between us will prove as knots young girls make with the stems of small flowers.

Are you still there, Axl?” “Still here, princess.

Silence is just as likely to indicate the most profound ideas forming, the deepest energies being summoned.

Because somewhere underneath, a part of us stayed like that: fearful of the world around us, and - no matter how much we despised ourselves for it - unable quite to let each other go.

Why should one not enjoy in a light-hearted sort of way stories of ladies and gentlemen who fall in love and express their feelings for each other, often in most elegant phrases?

How can old wounds heal while maggots linger so richly?

In fact, the harder he tried, the more laughable his efforts turned out.

For their kind do not know what it is to risk everything in the endeavor to rise above the mediocre.

It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you?" "Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot..." "But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.

When it was too late for rescue, it was still early enough for revenge.

For some reason, we called it "umbrella sex"; if you fancied someone your own sex, you were "an umbrella.