Great repressions create dualities.

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.

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

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

The true liberation of eroticism lies in accepting the fact that there are a million facets to it, a million forms of eroticism, a million objects of it, situations, atmospheres, and variations. We have, first of all, to dispense with guilt concerning its expansion, then remain open to it's surprises, varied expressions, and mingle it with dreams, fantasies, and emotion for it to attain its highest potency.