I didn't go all the way with a dude until I was 16. But I ended up marrying the guy, so that's pretty crazy. I lied and said he wasn't the first so I didn't seem like a loser.

The act of procreation and anything that has any relation to it is so disgusting that human beings would soon die out if there were no pretty faces and sensuous dispositions.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

Everyone probably thinks that I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather read a book.

Sexuality is half poison and half liberation. What's the line? I don't have a line.

Home in three days. Don't wash.