A wet dream in the mind of New York.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

A man assumes that a woman's refusal is just part of a game. Or, at any rate, a lot of men assume that. When a man says no, it's no. When a woman says no, it's yes, or at least maybe. There is even a joke to that effect. And little by little, women begin to believe in this view of themselves.

How could one create life with someone who represented death?

The dilemma is that if one does not risk anything one risks even more.

You can't be creative and still be a good girl.

Sex just as a drive, as a hormonal drive, is not very interesting.