Sex is difficult to write about because it's just not sexy enough. The only way to write about it is not to write much. Let the reader bring his own sexuality into the text. A writer I usually admire has written about sex in the most off-putting way. There is just too much information.

How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.

Please don't settle for happiness. It's not good enough. Of course you deserve it, but if that's all you have in mind - happiness - I want to suggest to you that personal success devoid of meaningfulness, free of a steady commitment to social justice - that's more than a barren life. It's a trivial one.

Not knowing it was hard; knowing it was harder

Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me.