There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
Jack Kerouac, On The Road
If she was a drink, she’d be single barrel bourbon on ice. Smooth with a kick, a chill & a burn all at the same time.
I have no right to say or do anything that diminishes a man in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him but what he thinks of himself. Hurting a man in his dignity is a crime.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry