Stories are a different kind of true.
While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.
Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.
The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.
There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.
The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.
Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.
If a man that is desperately sick today, did believe he should arise sound the next morning; or a man today, in despicable poverty, had assurance that he should tomorrow arise a prince: would they be afraid to go to bed. . . . ?
There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.
Violence against women is an everyday reality, act now, always, and forever before its too late.
It is also plausible that those movements with the greatest inner contradiction and between profession and practice - that is to say with a strong feeling of guilt - are likely to be the most fervent in imposing their faith on others.