I'm interested in philosophical psychology, people like Nietzsche, Freud, Alcan, Foucault, Derrida.

If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity -- to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary betrayal. It would be an optimistic, hopeful act, guaranteeing belief in the future -- a declaration that things can be not only different but better.

Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.

One would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesn’t. You just end up thinking, who is this person?

Children, who have yet to learn our ways, are notoriously promiscuous in their affection. They’ll sit on anyone’s knee.

My pleasures disappeared with my vices.

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.