...writing is not a performance but a generosity.
You can borrow my two-carat diamond stud earrings," Aphrodite said. I stopped and looked back at her. "Huh?" She shrugged. "That's as close to a declaration of love as you're gonna get from me.
I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).
I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.
My heart is a bargain today. Will you take it?
