A Lovers a liar, to himself he lies. The truthful are loveless, like oysters their eyes

If somebody says, ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too. ''

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

If somebody says, ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too. ''

You’ve always got me”
“Always?”
“Didn’t I just say so?”
“Yes”
“Am I liar? “
“No.” I lied.

Her pleasure went on and on, and so did Ben's. Ben could almost smell the gardenia, could almost see her pinning it on, her hands all thumbs.
"You're selling your store?" she said.
There was radiance between them now. There were overtones and undertones to everything they said. The talk itself was formal, lifeless.
--"Money Talks