Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.

Love, in present-day society, is just the exchange of two imaginary pictures, and the contact of one epidermis with another.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Deep within we all have fantasies. Some we may want to share and others so dark we are likely to never tell anyone.

We find a naked body every bit as beautiful as a clothed one. If they came only out of lust, we have to accept that. We stand for the truth.

I think I mentioned to Bob [Geldof] I could make love for eight hours. What I didn't say was that this included four hours of begging and then dinner and a movie.