The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale — -and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.