I never loved her, except, perhaps, just at the first.

But there's something that comes before love, I guess.

I don't know what it is, but there's something.

It may be just plain doggedness, but after I married her there wasn't anything on top this earth that could have made me give up and let go.

As soon as I found what I was up against--it was morphine--I knew I'd either got to fight it out or be a quitter, and I've never been a quitter.