John Fowles. Collector (№ 268766)

And I'm sitting here on the bed and imagine the future: how am I consumed with love for a certain person; I know I can't do anything by half, can not love in half, I feel I have lots of love and I'm ready to give everything heart, body and soul - to some cynics like a C. V. Which will betray me. Can see it coming. Have a passion and a fury. Jealousy. Despair. Bitterness. Something in me will die. In it, too.