Love without sex is still the most efficient form of hell known to man

Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away.

It’s not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

A hard man is good to find.

Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.

He sacrificed that for a young guy -- he's a hell of a man. I've never met a guy like that before in baseball.