My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

Watching Jamila Sometimes Made Me Think The World Was Divided Into Three Sorts Of People: Those Who Knew What They Wanted To Do; Those (the Unhappiest) Who Never Knew What Their Purpose In Life Was; And Those Who Found Out Later On. I Was In The Last Category, I Reckoned, Which Didn't Stop Me Wishing I'd Been Born Into The First.

Secrets Are My Currency: I Deal In Them For A Living. The Secrets Of Desire, Of What People Really Want, And Of What They Fear The Most. The Secrets Of Why Love Is Difficult, Sex Complicated, Living Painful And Death So Close And Yet Placed Far Away. Why Are Pleasure And Punishment Closely Related? How Do Our Bodies Speak? Why Do We Make Ourselves Ill? Why Do You Want To Fail? Why Is Pleasure Hard To Bear?

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.

You Can't Spend Your Life Beating Yourself Up For Something That Happened Yesterday. You Die If You Don't Follow Your Desire.