“Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.”

“By giving the love act a name, if only an innocent little word like, "it," he paved the way for other words, words that would reflect physical love as in a set of mirrors.”

“Love is a battle," said Marie-Claude, still smiling. "And I plan to go on fighting. To the end."Love is a battle?" said Franz. "Well, I don't feel at all like fighting." And he left.”

“Love is a battle" she said smiling, "And I plan on going fighting 'til the end." "Love is a battle? well, I don’t feel at all like fighting," and he left.”

“extremes mean borders beyond which life ends…and a passion for extremism is a veiled longing for death.”

“But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?”

“The religion of orgasm: utilitarianism projected into sex life; efficiency versus indolence; coition reduced to an obstacle to be got past as quickly as possible in order to reach an ecstatic explosion, the only true goal of love-making and of the universe.”