Thus, in pornographic novels, action has to be limited to the copulation of clichés.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.

Let all of life be an unfettered howl.

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.