"Oh, you mean love? A big lightning bolt to the heart when you can't eat and you can't work and you just run off and get married and make babies? The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons...you're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts, but I never forget. I'm living like there is no tomorrow, because there isn't one."
- Don Draper.
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