I Enjoy My Rights, But

Always Clamping Down On Excitement Is Not Self-control But Fear.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

Lovers Remain In The Dark, Working Hard To Keep Out Daylight.

Asceticism Without Religion Is Just Another Way Of Cultivating Peculiar Sensations.

The Flesh Of Past Lovers Looks Both Familiar And Strange.