I loved the way your lips were so slightly parted.

You represented the answer to everything to me.

I haven't been unhappy since I came to New York four years ago, but neither have I been happy.

Rather, I can best describe myself as having been one of the thousands of young men in New York who simply exist.

Loving you is the important thing, Miss Lester.

There are some people who think love is sex and marriage and six o'clock-kisses and children, and perhaps it is, Miss Lester.

But do you know what I think? I think love is a touch and yet not a touch.