Rousseau defined civilizations as when people build fences.
To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.
It's not me but the world that's deranged.
two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes
I wonder what ants do on rainy days?
When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.