5 Quotes by Anne Garréta

To clutch someone in my arms took on, without fail, a singular sense of indignity, the taste of putrefaction. When I embrace someone I am submerged in a feeling of infamy, in the nauseating sensation of having an orgasm in a charnel house, among the noxious fumes of decomposing flesh. I am revolted by flesh, but this revlusion, failing to deaden the assaults of my libido, merely infects them with a cadaverous terror.

I concluded that making love without laughing was as bad as gifting a book written in a language the recipient does not know.

Irony alone is damning.The flesh will be bland and you will believe you are forever reading the same book.

For life is too short to resign ourselves to reading poorly written books and sleeping with women we don't love.

All of her mannerisms, even her way of sitting, are of a perfect femininity. Or: how to occupy the least possible amount of space in the world.