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The couple looked at each other with the single thought that their doctor must have lost his mind. ‘What does this have to do with my earache?’ asked Stamatis suspiciously. ‘You have an exorbitant auditory impediment,’ replied the doctor, ever conscious of the necessity for maintaining a certain iatric mystique, and fully aware that ‘a pea in the ear’ was unlikely to earn him any kudos.
every man needs an obsession in order to enjoy life, and it was so much the better if that obsession was constructive.
We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.
A guilty man wishes only to be understood, because to be understood is to appear to be forgiven.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
