"wasn't it the greatest self-inflicted torment of them all? every love song i heard on every radio i passed - they were all singing about my travails. my heartache, my blues, my missing you. all those ideas we make up about loving, all those pains suddenly come to life when i heard those songs. i'd become languid, standing there listening, looking into space. dreaming of her. feeling sorry i wasn't with her. ... i was far away in the land of love. where every moment is destruction because the beloved is absent."