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This had me laughing a lot:

The most superficially irrational, immature, lamentable, but nonetheless common of all the presumptions of love is that the person to whom we have pledged ourselves is not just the center of our emotional existence but is also, as a result-and yet in a very strange, objectively insane and profoundly unjust way- responsible for everything that happens to us, for good or ill. Therein lies the peculiar and sick privilege of love