Dreamers Can't Be Tamed.

She Imagined Herself Both Queen And Slave, Dominatrix And Victim. In Her Imagination She Was Making Love With Men Of All Skin Colors--white, Black, Yellow--with Homosexuals And Beggars. She Was Anyone's, And Anyone Could Do Anything To Her. She Had One, Two, Three Orgasms, One After Another. She Imagined Everything She Had Never Imagined Before, And She Gave Herself To All That Was Most Base And Most Pure.

I Don't Choose. Normally It's The Book That Chooses Me.

The Warrior Of Light Plunges Unhesitatingly Into The River Of Passions Always Flowing Through His Life.

The Saint Finds Her True Reason For Living In Unconditional Love And In Her Ability To Give Without Asking Anything In Return.

Not Even Your Love Could Withhold You From Fulfilling Your Own Personal Legend.