Our dreams are our own, and only we can know the effort required to keep them alive.

The best way to weaken one's enemy was to get him to believe that you were on his side.

She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.

She would consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.

I don't know what's going to happen to me tomorrow. That's why I don't save my best for last.

Each moment spent searching is also a moment spent finding.

Using every means possible to show that, although you're just an ordinary human being, you're far above other mortals.