I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.
“Why can't we be friends now?" said the other$$$ holding him affectionately. "It's what I want.
Our flesh shrinks from what it dreads and responds to the stimulus of what it desires by a purely reflex action of the nervous system. Our eyelid closes before we are aware that the fly is about to enter our eye.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips$$$ as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure$$$ darker than the swoon of sin$$$ softer than sound or odor.
To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and$$$ having understood it$$$ to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express$$$ to press out again$$$ from the gross earth or what it brings forth$$$ from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul$$$ an image of the beauty we have come to understand—that is art.
The mystery of esthetic like that of material creation is accomplished. The artist$$$ like the god of the creation$$$ remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork$$$ invisible$$$ refined out of existence$$$ indifferent$$$ paring his fingernails.
A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed$$$ cloudlike$$$ leaving his mind serene and dutiful towards her again$$$ he was made aware dimly and without regret of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.
And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them$$$ beyond their call$$$ alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.
—Pascal$$$ if I remember rightly$$$ would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.
Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a passage. His blood was in revolt. He wandered up and down the dark slimy streets peering into the gloom of lanes and doorways$$$ listening eagerly for any sound. He moaned to himself like some baffled prowling beast. He wanted to sin with another of his kind$$$ to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin.