Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either.
Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.
It is hard to speak of sex without being clinical, brutal, or romantic.
Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.
Aphorisms are not true or false, but pointed or flat.
Every book teaches a lesson, even if the lesson is only that one has chosen the wrong book.