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

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

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

We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.