Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

She was happy, and perfectly in line with the tradition of those women they used to call "ruined," "fallen," feckless, bitches in heat, ravished dolls, sweet sluts, instant princesses, hot numbers, great lays, succulent morsels, everybody's darlings . . .

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.