I've forgotten the words with which to tell you. I knew them once, but I've forgotten them, and now I'm talking to you without them.

Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman for a man who hasnt yet come to her, whom she doesnt yet know. Shes faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.

He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why.

a writer is a foreign country

Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.

I seldom read on beaches or in gardens. You can't read by two lights at once, the light of day and the light of the book. You should read by electric light, the room in shadow, and only the page lit up.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.