You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on read more

You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

A meeting between two people who complete each other, who are made for each other, borders already, in my opinion, read more

A meeting between two people who complete each other, who are made for each other, borders already, in my opinion, on a miracle.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.