Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire. – Napolean Bonaparte, letter to wife Josephine, December 1795
I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess. – Elizabeth Wurtzel