Later tonight am going to tell you that I love you and maybe by that time you will be drunk enough to believe me.

And in the spring, it's touching to notice them making their first discovery of love! As if nobody had ever known it before!

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

Just another four-letter word.

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.