For Love, to which we may now return, has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together that you cannot separate them.

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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

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But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

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To love makes one solitary.

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Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

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I love you as much as if I were always bidding you farewell. When I'm too alone, I fasten rattles to my ankles and wrists. That way almost all my thoughts are externalized and return to me as replies.

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I, who called love my hope for love.

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You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

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You're my religion. You're all I've got.

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What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

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