I wasn't young, I wasn't pretty, it was necessary to find other weapons.

O felt that her mouth was beautiful, since her lover condescended to thrust himself into it . . .

You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears.

Men are foolish to expect us to revere them, when, in the end, they amount to almost nothing.

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

To love is to live on the precipice.

A truly submissive woman is to be treasured, cherished and protected for it is only she who can give a man the gift of dominance.