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“During their last years it was as if they lay on one deathbed 鈥� the dying hands interlaced by habit, by hatred of each other and love of God, the dying mouths murmuring truths without pity and complaining still.”
― Glenway Wescott, The Grandmothers: A Family Portrait

“Tied up a lot of women, have you?" He raised one eyebrow, whatever that meant. "A bit odd, are you?" She was being sarcastic, trying to taunt him into a sense of guilt. While perhaps bursting any bubble in herself of misguided, soft-hearted concern for a man with sad eyes and complicated wealth. Though his sexual inclinations were perhaps not the wisest of barbs to do either. He looked down at her, speculative.

"Difficult to say." He actually answered the question seriously. "Legally? Decidedly. But then British laws on the subject are so guilt-ridden I'm surprised we've propagated as a race." He mad a small, grim smile. "How delightful we're having this conversation. And what is it you like?”
― Judith Ivory, Untie My Heart

“MADAME DE SAINT-ANGE 鈥� [...] If in all the world there is a mother who ought to be abhorred she is certainly yours! Superstitious, pious, a shrew, a scold...and what with her revolting prudery I dare wager the fool has never in her life committed a faux pas. Ah, my dear, how I hate virtuous women!”
― Marquis de Sade, Philosophy in the Boudoir

“There鈥檚 an enormous propaganda machine in this world,' Peter said, 'that tries to make people think love 鈥� real, earthy, sweaty love 鈥� is wrong. But how in the hell they expect to propagate the race that way is beyond me.”
― Jack Iams, The French Touch

“A temu, co podejrzane, warto si臋 z uwag膮 przygl膮da膰. Seks innych to przecie偶 moja sprawa. B臋d臋 ocenia艂, s膮dzi艂, brzydzi艂 si臋. Brzydzisz si臋, to dlaczego dupy innych tak ci臋 obchodz膮?”
― Wojciech Tochman, W艣ciek艂y pies