Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough — Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Colombian writer and Nobel laureate (1927–2014)
...they no longer felt like newlyweds, and even less like belated lovers. It was as if they had lept over the arduous calvary of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
Life is not what one lived, but rather what one remembers, and how it is remembered to tell the tale.