Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

Many of us go through life feeling as an actor might feel who does not like his part and does not believe in the play.

Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt. Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.

Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.

Tragedy isn't getting something, or failing to get it; it's losing something you already have.