Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin
"...for nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom. I suppose this was why I asked her to marry me: to give myself something to be moored to."
" 'Somebody,' said Jacques 'your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour- and in the oddest places!- for the lack of it."
"Her lips parted and she put her glass down with extraordinary clumsiness and lay against me. It was a gesture of great despair and I know that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come."
"Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love."
