I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway - F. Scott Fitzgerald

It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed — that voice was a deathless song.