Each Time That I Have Run Away

Pornography Is Essentially Reductive, An Exercise In The Nothing-but Mode, A Depersonalizing Of The Human Beings Involved, A Showing-up Of Human Lust As Nothing But An Affair Of The Genitals.

An Animal Is Not Cruel; It Lives Wholly In The Instant Leap On Its Prey, In The Present Taste Of Marrow Or Blood. Cruelty Begins With The Memory, And The Pleasures Of The Memory Are Impure; They Draw Their Strength Along Levels Where No Sun Has Reached.

The Sex Even In Serious Pornography Has Less Singularity Than The Mating Of Squirrels.

No One Asks Public Men To Be Strictly Moral, But They Must Seem To Be Well-behaved.

Lord, If There Is A Heartache Vienna Cannot Cure I Hope Never To Feel It. I Came Home Cured Of Everything Except Vienna.