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?

I am determined to live without illusions. I want to look at reality straight. Without hiding.

What a quality of innocence people have when they don't expect to be harmed.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.

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

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.