I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of

I Am Determined To Live Without Illusions. I Want To Look At Reality Straight. Without Hiding.

Falling In Love Was Simple; One Had Only To Yield. Digesting Another Person, However, And Sustaining Love, Was Bloody Work, And Not A Soft Job.

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.

Like You, She Will Have Been With Other People, But I've Got A Feeling There's Something Between You.

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?