“Ghost Story,” Joshua Malbin
He could have his share of love if he wanted it. It was just that it would take work. Handsome or funny or brilliant men had love given to them and could enjoy it the way only a gift can be enjoyed, could spend it madly and use it up. They could afford passion. He knew the value of love when he got any measure of it, and so he was careful with it. When he had it, he hoarded it.
