I think it's wonderful when a love story begins with a great deal of romance and affection, passion and excitement, that's how it should be. But I don't necessarily know that it's the wisest thing in the world to expect that it ends there, or that it should, 30 years down the road, still look as it
“I sort of feel sorry for the next man who gets me. I may just kill him with passion. He'd better be strong and have a good heart!”