This week-end, while in Nantes I read Un Coeur Simple by Flaubert and Le Cavalier de Bronze by Pushkin. Nantes was nice but I didn’t fall in love with it. I think I must look elsewhere.

Found this online which I’m not sure is a real Bob Marley quote but nonetheless it expressed something I felt deeply inside of me.

“The biggest cowardice of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”

I have a list the size of the Great Wall of China of guys who revel in this.

Love, too often, feels like war.