Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.

But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want." "Hey, what about the ugly ones?" "The ugly ones." She poked her tongue out. "It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire.

Being in love means being at the mercy of someone's childhood.

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

The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight.

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?