We sailed for miles an’ miles. An’ we talked. Properly. An’ we didn’t half laugh. We liked each other. An’ isn’t it funny, but if you’re with someone who likes y’, who sort of, approves of y’, well y’ like — like start to grow again. Y’ move in the right way, say the right thing at the right time. An’ you’re not eighteen or forty-two or sixty-four. You’re just alive.
– Shirley Valentine, from the play by Willy Russell