interviewer: why can’t you be alone without yoko?
john lennon: but i can be alone without yoko, but i just have no wish to be. there’s no reason on earth why i should be alone without yoko. there’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. and we dig being together all the time. both of us could survive apart but what for? i’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. it doesn’t work. i don’t want to be a swinger. i’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.
she knew it would take a long time but, like Ophelia, gladly lay down on the river and waited for it to carry her away as if she was light and will-less as a paper boat. She left no notes or messages. She felt no fear or pain for now she was content. She did not spare a thought or waste any pity on the people who loved her for she had never regarded them as anything more than facets of the self she was now about to obliterate so, in a sense, she took them with her to the grave and it was only natural they should now behave as if they had never known her
(Source: autarque)
Late into the night we talked of love, of its complications. In my father’s eyes they were imaginary. He refused categorically all notions of fidelity and serious commitments. He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not exclude either tenderness or devotion; feelings which came all the more easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient. This conception of rapid, violent and passing love affairs appealed to my imagination. I was not at the age where fidelity is attractive. I knew very little about love.Bonjour Tristesse, Françoise Sagan (via lipstain)
