"What is this very beautiful way you have of loving me, my dear little girl? Is there still some tenderness in it? It's your tenderness I'm particularly fond of. I'm swamped by the trappings of intelligence and weary of intellectual love affairs. What I need is warm and foolish tenderness, the kind I feel for you right now. I only want to kiss you and tell you sentimental nonsense."

-Jean Paul Sartre, Witness To My Life