I Always Make It A Rule Never

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.

You Only Live Twice. Once When You Are Born And Once When You Look Death In The Face.

I Would Stay Away From Him And Leave Him To Go His Own Road Where There Would Be Other Women, Countless Other Women, Who Would Probably Give Him As Much Physical Pleasure As He Had Had With Me. I Wouldn’t Care, Or At Least I Told Myself That I Wouldn’t Care, Because None Of Them Would Ever Own Him—own Any Larger Piece Of Him Than I Now Did.

Shaken And Not Stirred.

It's No Good Protecting People Or Even Looking After Them Past A Certain Point. One Can't Grasp More Than A Piece Of Anyone. Most Of The Rest Can Only Be Protected By Themselves And The Remainder By Hired Specialists And Doctors And Dentists And Professional Protectors.