“I don’t hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration”.
“I might have been a faithful wife (…)but my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman. (…)Subtract the overintensity, the sizzling ideas, and you get a woman who loves perfection. And faithfulness is one of the perfections. It seems stupid and unintelligent to me now because I have bigger plans in mind. Perfection is static, and I am in full progress. The faithful wife is only one phase, one moment, one condition.”. (Anaïs Nin. Henry and June)