Not everyone knows what it is to have your father’s rival’s penis inches from your nose.

Narrative Tension is primarily about witholding information.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my experience belongs to me, not the collective bloody unconscious.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

But soon I loved her completely and wished to possess her, own her, absorb her, eat her. I wanted her in my arms and in my bed, I longed she would open her legs to me