

I was just thinking how nice it would be if we could live here. I could do without sex. I don’t really like it that much. If I could just feel – complete.
I’m a poached egg without a piece of toast
(George and Ira Gerschwin)
What a miserable liar : he was telling me the truth
You teenage wolf! you male Lolita!
As far as I’m concerned there couldn’t be enough of you
Pa’ used to say : “Love is kind of like the measles : you only get it once ; the older you are the tougher it goes. “
— Checkmate! Checkmate.
— What? We haven’t started yet.
— You would have opened with the Queen’s Gambit. I would have countered with a Slav Defense. You would have panicked, thus exposing your queen. Seeing your queen exposed would have compelled you to defend her. Thereby neglecting my castle. Checkmate.
Oh ! l’amour ! dit-elle, c’est être deux et n’être qu’un (Notre-Dame de Paris)
And her tears flowed like wine
Yes, her tears flowed like wine
She’s a real sad tomato
She’s a busted Valentine
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind
(And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine, lyrics by Joe Greene, music by Stan Kenton and Charles Lawrence, 1944)
I assume they have all the usual vices, besides those they’ve invented for themselves.