Tamed as it may be, sexuality remains one of the demonic forces in human consciousness - pushing us at intervals close to taboo and dangerous desires, which range from the impulse to commit sudden arbitrary violence upon another person to the voluptuous yearning for the extinction of one's consciousness, for death itself. Even on the level of simple physical sensation and mood, making love surely resembles having an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

I have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing conceptual obstacles in my own path.

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.

What pornographic literature does is precisely to drive a wedge between one's existence as a sexual being - while in ordinary life a healthy person is one who prevents such a gap from opening up

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their minds.

I make an idol of my moral consciousness. My pursuit of the good is corrupted by the sin of idolatry.

I want to save my soul, that timid wind.