To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing.
...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.
What the problem was was this colossal redundancy, the squandering of brilliant technique on cheap material.
I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.
The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.
she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.