We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.