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She found her dislike of Mutz, which up till then she had denied, or at least tried to pretend wasn’t there, taking on a shape and a name: Order. Too great a concern that things should be in one place rather than another. Too wonderful a passion for categories and analysis. Even when he told her he loved her, tra-la-la, it was neither love nor even a desire he couldn’t control to put it inside her. It was a love that measured, stood back with its hand on its hips and shook its head, marveled, and went off to write it up for a thick journal.

- James Meek, The People’s Act of Love

"I'll tell you," said Aesop. "But I must object when you use love as a banner under which you march. Love is a quieter thing. It lives in deeds, not words."

- Erica Jong, Sappho's Leap