The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

It turned out that it was difficult to stay cross with a man when you could see his nipples.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

I’m starving to learn more about her. A new hunger that I know only she could satisfy.

You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.

Like everything else, we know the futility of money only when we have more than enough of it.

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves

She says: ...love is really all that matters. He hears: ...really love to do it on the mattress.

I’m pretty sure battle strategies and combat techniques don’t cover desire and lust.

It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.

Auf den Stachel des Begehrens haben wir nur eine Antwort: fangen, einschließen, festhalten.

I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.