Benedetta

“I had always considered sex an ultimate sticky reality, the least mediated contact possible with another body. Instead, after that experience, I was convinced that sex is an extreme product of the imagination. The greater the pleasure, the more the other is only a dream, a nocturnal reaction of belly, breasts, mouth, anus―of every isolated inch of skin―to the caresses and thrusts of a vague entity definable according to the necessities of the moment.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lost Daughter

“Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre , Nausea

“I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.”
― Anaïs Nin, House of Incest