Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.
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You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities.
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Guilt is the one burden human beings can’t bear alone. As soon as a crime is committed, there is a telephone call, or a confession to strangers.
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I think we are more severe judges of our own acts than professional judges. We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts.
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Also the cape held within its folds something of what she imagined was a quality possessed exclusively by man: some dash, some audacity, some swagger of freedom denied to woman.
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In watching the moon she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time, by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.
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The flame of accelerated living by fever glowed in her and drew people to her as the lights of night life drew passersby out of the darkness of empty streets.
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and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.
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Behind windows there are either enemies or worshippers. Never neutrality or passivity. Always intention and premeditation.
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I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.