I Don't Want To Be Loved. I

Secrets Are My Currency: I Deal In Them For A Living. The Secrets Of Desire, Of What People Really Want, And Of What They Fear The Most. The Secrets Of Why Love Is Difficult, Sex Complicated, Living Painful And Death So Close And Yet Placed Far Away. Why Are Pleasure And Punishment Closely Related? How Do Our Bodies Speak? Why Do We Make Ourselves Ill? Why Do You Want To Fail? Why Is Pleasure Hard To Bear?

But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should Be Given Whatever They Want." "hey, What About The Ugly Ones?" "the Ugly Ones." She Poked Her Tongue Out. "it's Their Fault If Their Ugly. They're To Be Blamed, Not Pitied.

I Don't Want To Be Loved. I Want To Be Desired. Love Is Safety, But Desire Is Foul.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

...i Love 'yes.' It's Practically The Most Interesting Word Of All, Don't You Think?" Like A Hinge Opening A Door Outward. Yes, Yes, Yes.