" As though she could read his mind, Samy mused aloud: "Isn't it amazing how physical love is? Our body is better at recalling what it felt like to touch someone than our brain is at remembering the things that person said" She blew on the fine hairs on her lower arm. "I remember my father mainly in terms of his body. How he smelled and how he walked. How it felt to lay my head on his shoulder or put my hand in his. Almost the only think I can recall of his voice is how he used to say, "My little Sasa." I miss the warmth of this body and I'm still furious that he'll never come to the telephone again, even though I've got important things to tell hi God, it makes me mad? But I miss his body most. Where he always used to sit in his armchair there's nothing but air. Stupid, empty air."
Perdu nodded, "The trouble is tat so many people, most of them women, think they have to have a perfect body to be loved. But all it has to do is be capable of loving...and being loved," he added.
"Oh, Jean, please tell that to the world." Samy laughed and passed him the on-board microphone. "We are loved if we love, another truth we always seem to forget. Have you noticed that most people prefer to be loved, and will do anything it takes? Diet, take in the money, wear scarlet underwear. If only they loved with the same energy; hallelujah, the world would be so wonderful and so free of tummy-tuck tights. "

― Nina George , The Little Paris Bookshop