Dec 23, 2004 00:17
"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare--there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul."
"My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has molded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel its presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing."
-Les Miserables, Victor Hugo