We don't marry women, he thought; we marry angels, and in this moment or two of the marriage act, the scales fall from our eyes and we see them as they really are, perhaps never to glimpse it again.How lovely she is, how unearthly lovely.
Love, Marriage, Angels
Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are indistinguishable beyond a certain point. ("Jane Brown's Body")
Emotion, Joy, Sorrow
It was male, of course; menace is always male. ("Nightmare")
Men
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