She rises up out of the sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each others arms oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.
– Henry Miller