Physical attraction was about aesthetics, not sexual performance, not mental stimulation. Without a mental connection, a remarkable sexual performance yielded no lifelong guarantees. It was only lust. And lust was not love.

I deserved to find pleasure that surpassed my imagination, better than any I had experienced.

Once desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own. Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, uncontrollable and uncontainable, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed...

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look...

That’s what sex does: it starts relationships and it verifies the end of relationships.

Sleeping with strangers will have you walking with enemies.

We see what we want to see. We idealize each other with our own fantasies.

It is silent, an anagram for listen. That is what I do. Listen while she remains silent.

hate isn’t healthy, it damages the hater more than the one who’s hated!

… honesty is like seeing a crackhead up close: it ain’t that fucking attractive.

It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.

Women were excited after sex, wired becasue in their minds the relationship was on beginning. Men went to sleep m the because for the orgasm had arrived and the relationship was done.