Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.

The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

Sex is our deepest form of consciousness. It is utterly non-ideal, non-mental. It is pure blood-consciousness.... It is the consciousness of the night, when the soul is almost asleep.

One man isn't any better than another, not because they are equal, but because they are intrinsically other, that there is no termof comparison.

If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.

My soul is my great asset and my great misfortune.