I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.

I've never had any desire to be good. I don't like goodness particularly.

If you get depressed, you can be stuck for months; if you have an analyst, you at least have a chance of getting out of it faster.

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

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

Falling in love was simple; one had only to yield. Digesting another person, however, and sustaining love, was bloody work, and not a soft job.