“Maria.”
“Yes.”
“Maria.”
“Yes.”
“Maria.”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
“Art thou not cold?”
“Oh, no. Pull the robe over thy shoulders.”
“Maria.”
“I cannot speak.”
“Oh, Maria. Maria. Maria.”
Then afterwards, close, with the night cold outside, in the long warmth of the robe, her head touching his cheek, she lay quiet and happy against him and then said softly,
“And thou?”
– Ernest Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, p. 263
First place favourite Hem novel, above The Sun Also Rises and A Farewell to Arms, and I love those two!