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

These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew - brandishing whichever features they could claim, as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.

Why do people who are good at families have to be smug and assume it is the only way to live. … Why can’t they be blamed for being bad at promiscuity?

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

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?

My pleasures disappeared with my vices.

If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.