You’re so beautiful, Dominique. Its such a lovely accident on God’s part that there’s one person who matches inside and out.
I have yet to see a genius or a hero who, if stuck with a burning match, would feel less pain than his undistinguished average brother.
I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...—I want you like an animal...or a whore.
She had nothing to hide from him, nothing to keep unstated, everything was granted, answered, found.
The best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards.
A man’s spirit is his self. That entity which is his consciousness. To think, to feel, to judge, to act are functions of the ego.
When they lay in bed together it was—as it had to be, as the nature of the act demanded—an act of violence. It was surrender, made the more complete by the force of their resistance. It was an act of...
I recognize no obligations toward men except one: to respect their freedom and to take no part in a slave society.
I don’t make comparisons. I never think of myself in relation to anyone else. I just refuse to measure myself as part of anything. I’m an utter egotist.
Men have been taught that it is a virtue to agree with others. But the creator is the man who disagrees. Men have been taught that it is a virtue to swim with the current. But the creator is the man w...
She wondered why she had never noticed that she did not know his name and why she had never asked him. Perhaps because she had known everything she had to know about him from that first glance.