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“You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements, harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject...

Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory (the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize)... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident: I cannot get over having had this good fortune: to meet what matches my desire.

The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other... In this moment, everything is suspended: time, law, prohibition: nothing is exhausted, nothing is wanted: all desires are abolished, for they seem definitively fulfilled... A moment of affirmation; for a certain time, though a finite one, a deranged interval, something has been successful: I have been fulfilled (all my desires abolished by the plenitude of their satisfaction).”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“Sexual intimacy is not the destination, it is the path - the path that leads to mental union.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Either Civilized or Phobic: A Treatise on Homosexuality

“Sex is not just about going in or letting in, it is really about welcoming your dearly beloved into the deepest regions of your psyche which are inaccessible to anybody else.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Either Civilized or Phobic: A Treatise on Homosexuality

“To a woman sexual intimacy is more a tool to get mentally close to her partner than merely a means to physical pleasure.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Either Civilized or Phobic: A Treatise on Homosexuality

“In order not to make a liar out of Henry or Katherine, one or the other, the committee men think up circumstances in which the match may have been partly consummated, or somewhat consummated, and to do this they have to imagine every disaster and shame that can occur between a man and a woman alone in a room in the dark.”
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

“I wanted you in Covent Garden,â€� he said. “I wanted you straddling me in the dark while I came up inside you.â€�
“In the theatre?�
“Right there in the damn box, with the opera blaring on. I’d take you, make you my own.� He put his hand on her neck over the spot where he’d given her the love bite. “I branded you.�
Beth smiled. “You, too.� She touched his neck. “I branded you.�
He laced his fingers hard through hers and pressed her hand to the bed. “Belong to me.�
“No one here to dispute that at the moment.�
“Always mine. Always, Beth.� Thrusts punctuated the words.
Always. Her body jerked in rhythm with his, the bed creaking. It was a solid bed, thick mahogany, made to take men like Ian loving their women.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie

“There is nothing more beautiful than a woman separated from you by a mirror, the mirror of her own hysterical speculation on the world, the mirror of the caresses she spurns and which you overwhelm her with mentally, the mirror of the murder she is planning without realizing it. One must wait patiently for an eternity in front of this mirror which envelops her, haloed as she is by the silvery light of danger. And one day the mirror gives way; it slides like a dress to your feet, leaving before you merely the ashes of hysteria, the vestiges of a woman who has mentally yielded.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories

“- I tell you people lust for consummation. They see a shining dagger poised above a naked breast, they want it shoved in.”
― Donald Barthelme, Forty Stories