Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? Dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change.

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

Without secrecy there would be no pornography. But secrecy and modesty are two utterly different things.

We are so conceited and so unproud.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

And that is ... how they are. So terribly physically all over one another. They pour themselves one over the other like so much melted butter over parsnips. They catch each other under the chin, with a tender caress of the hand, and they smile with sunny melting tenderness into each other's face.

Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.