He Traced The Genealogy Of The Feeling.

Time Is How You Spend Your Love.

The Ideal Reader Cannot Sleep When Holding The Writer He Was Meant To Be With.

I Find It Impossible To Experience Either Pride Or Shame Over Accidents Of Genetics In Which I Had No Active Part. I'm Not Necessarily Proud To Be Female. I Am Not Even Proud To Be Human — I Only Love To Be So.

I Am Very Selfish, Really. I Lived For Love.

It Reminds Me That Those Of Us Who Turn In Disgust From What We Consider An Overinflated Liberal-bourgeois Sense Of Self Should Be Careful What We Wish For: Our Denuded Networked Selves Don't Look More Free, They Just Look More Owned.