Okay, Jon Snow, you’re growing on me.
She felt detached from her family, and thought it strange how they had lavished so much attention on her, as a child, and then at some appointed, prearranged time they seemed to stop the flow of affection and begin the expectations - as if, for a brief phase, you were expected to absorb love (and get enough), and then, for a much longer and more serious phase, you were expected to fulfill certain obligations.
- John Irving, The World According to Garp
Love.
You must be truly desperate, to come to me for help.
Fucking hell. I need this now.
Perfection.