Earnestness is stupidity sent to college.

Earnestness is stupidity sent to college.

Oh, hasn't he told you? The ones before. None of them last, you see. That's the whole point.

But I know he loves me. I know he needs our games, that they answer some deep-seated hunger in him.

All these men who loved Emma, I think. For all her problems, men were fixated on her. Will anyone ever feel like that about me?

I feel a thrill of excitement at this first tiny glimpse of self-revelation, of intimacy.