D.H. Lawrence

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die.