I find television very educating.
Every time somebody turns on the set,
I go into the other room
and read a book.”

Groucho Marx

Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know
how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors
and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishings.”

Anais Nin