The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

Adolescence is like cactus.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

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