Love is morning fog that lasts a little, then burns off with the first daylight of reality, sex is what you do when you can’t sleep
Bukowski in a television interview
Love is feeling oneself dominated
de Beauvoir in her diary, August, 1927
Love? What is it? The most natural painkiller there is. LOVE.
Burroughs' last words in his journal before his death
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