"I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference."
"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."
"Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too."
Ernest Hemingway (A Farwell to Arms)