... maybe that's all anyone who writes or paints or sculpts is doing anyway -- excusing themselves for refusing to live like other people or be like them.
[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.
There's one thing I've always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you're doing.