We had common interests in the beauty of the French language. We both had a tremendous love of jazz. We shared dreams of getting married and having a family, living in the country, leading an idyllic life.

It is impossible for capitalists and laborers to have common interests.

What's the trick to remembering that a sandwich is masculine? What qualities does it share with anyone in possession of a penis? I'll tell myself that a sandwich is masculine because if left alone for a week or two, it will eventually grow a beard.

I haven't done the milestoney things - getting married, buying a house, having children.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance.