Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
Desire is no light thing.
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.