Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want, and of what they fear the most. The secrets of why love is difficult, sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?

Security and safety were the reward of dullness.

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?

Fundamentalism is dictatorship of the mind

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

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

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.