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“Work on being so in touch with your sensuality until your presence is of such high value that you can’t be half-loved, rationally considered, or lived without... ever.”

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“I started studying law, but this I could stand just for one semester. I couldn't stand more. Then I studied languages and literature for two years. After two years I passed an examination with the result I have a teaching certificate for Latin and Hungarian for the lower classes of the gymnasium, for kids from 10 to 14. I never made use of this teaching certificate. And then I came to philosophy, physics, and mathematics. In fact, I came to mathematics indirectly. I was really more interested in physics and philosophy and thought about those. It is a little shortened but not quite wrong to say: I thought I am not good enough for physics and I am too good for philosophy. Mathematics is in between.”

“Holly, what is it?’ he frowned. ‘Darling, tell me what’s wrong? I know we didn’t plan on making love, but it was the most beautiful thing imaginable, so tell me what’s wrong’ She still couldn’t look at him, filled with shame for what she had done. ‘Could you get your clothes on first?’ ‘You didn’t say that a moment ago!’ She flushed at his angry taunt. ‘Please,’ she said huskily, knowing by the sound of his movements that he was indeed dressing. ‘Now,’ he barked grimly, ‘what the hell is the matter? Talk to me!’ Holly turned to face him, finding him fully dressed now, his expression harsh in his confusion. She knew it was his hurt that was making him angry with her, and yet she could do nothing to help him, was too busy trying to keep herself from falling apart. ‘This—what just happened, it changes nothing between us," -Holly & Zack”

“Now I wanted only one thing, in this room with the smell of Helen's perfume and clothes and the bed and the twilight: to possess her with everything that was in me, and if there was one thing that tormented me and pierced the flat dull sense of loss, it was the realization that nature wouldn't let me possess her even more fully and deeply. If only I could spread myself over her like a blanket, if only I could have had a thousand hands and mouths, if only I could have held her in a perfect concave mold, skin to skin without intervening space—but even then there would be a last regret, for still it would be only skin to skin instead of blood in blood: we could be together, but never completely united.”