If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
What I have always wanted for myself is much more primitive. It is probably nothing more than the affection of the people with whom I am in contact, and their good opinion of me.
Sex is something you do. Sexuality is something you are.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.