"I was ready to love every one of her jokes that had missed its punchline, every reflection that had lost its thread. I felt ready to abandon self-absorption for the sake of total empathy, to follow Chloe into each of her possible selves, to catalogue every one of her memories, to become a historian of her childhood, to learn of all her loves, fears, and hatreds--everything that could possibly have played itself out within her mind and body had suddenly grown fascinating."
- an excerpt from Alaine deBotton's "On Love"

Further proof that no one should learn to read about idealization or French philosophy.