Oh, darling, the ice caps are melting, but what does it matter, as long as we have each other?
--Kurt Vonnegut, on the possible consequences of including a romantic subplot in one of his novels
Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
It does not matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you do not do it in the street and frighten the horses.
--Mrs. Patrick Campbell, who spent a good deal of her life in the 19th century
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.
Still waiting for Sally Field.