No Blame Should Attach To Telling The

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

You Have No Idea How Promising The World Begins To Look Once You Have Decided To Have It All For Yourself. And How Much Healthier Your Decisions Are Once They Become Entirely Selfish.

I Think You Always Feel Braver In Another Language.

The Essence Of Romantic Love Is That Wonderful Beginning, After Which Sadness And Impossibility May Become The Rule.

All Good Fortune Is A Gift Of The Gods, And You Don't Win The Favor Of The Ancient Gods By Being Good, But By Being Bold.