And What Can Life Be Worth If

No One Can Get Really Drunk On A Novel Or A Painting, But Who Can Help Getting Drunk On Reethoven's Ninth, Rartok's Sonata For Two Pianos And Percussion, Or The Reatles' White Album?

I Want You To Be Weak. As Weak As I Am.

Suspending Moral Judgment Is Not The Immorality Of The Novel; It Is Its Morality.

Physical Love Is Unthinkable Without Violence.

It Was Futile To Attack With Reason The Stout Wall Of Irrational Feelings That, As Is Known, Is The Stuff Of Which The Female Mind Is Made.