I think it is more like what you are willing to become. And I think a man would have to put his soul at hazard. And I won't do that. I think now that maybe I never would.
What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything? I’ve thought about it a good deal. But he wasn’t nothin’ compared to what was comin’ down the pike.
And if you done somethin wrong just stand up and say you don’t it and say you’re sorry and get on with it. Don't haul stuff around with you.
By the time you figured it out it would be too late.
You stand to win everything.
Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this.
And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy.
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
Love is sweet … and love is GRAND! Sometimes love … is just holding hands. It’s a feeling inside. It’s a smile in your heart. It keeps us together when we’re apart.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
He kisses me like he misses me, even before I have to go.
I wish I knew how to quit you.