God I loved that man. Love flooded every cell in my body and I felt physically ill at the thought of never seeing him again.
—Courtney Cole in Every Last Kiss
We have attempted to separate the spiritual and the erotic, thereby reducing the spiritual to a world of flattened affect, a world of the ascetic who aspires to feel nothing.
We were already separated, that was official, but there was still a window of hope left open that perhaps someday we could give things another try.
—Elizabeth Gilbert in Love