7 posts tagged talking
“They got into a conversation. What intrigued Tamira were his questions. Not their content, but the simple fact that he was asking them. My God, it had been so long since anyone had asked her about anything! It seemed like an eternity! Only her husband had kept asking her questions, because love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know a better definition of love.
(In that case, my friend Hübl would have pointed out to me, no one loves us more than the police. That’s true. Just as every height has its symmetrical depth, so love’s interest has as it’s negative the police’s curiosity. We sometimes confuse depth with height, and I can easily imagine lonely people hoping to be taken to the police station from time to time for an interrogation that will enable th to talk about themselves.)”