I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen. - Truman Capote

The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen only you don't know what it is.

As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.

Yes: but aren't love and marriage notoriously synonymous in the minds of most women? Certainly very few men get the first without promising the second: love, that is — if it's just a matter of spreading her legs, almost any woman will do that for nothing.