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Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. |
Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you've never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. Wait. It's not love I'm describing. I'm thinking of a monorail. |
Love cannot be commanded |
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Love ceases to be a demon only when it ceases to be a god. |
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