It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

In homosexual love the passion is homosexuality itself. What a homosexual loves, as if it were his lover, his country, his art, his land, is homosexuality.

I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.