Dec 2, 2014
'He loves me. He doesn't love ,my bowels, if they showed him my appendix in a glass, he wouldn't recognise it, he's always feeling me, but if they put a glass in his hands he wouldn't care, he wouldn't think "that's hers," you ought to love all of somebody, the esophagus, the liver, the intestines. Maybe we don't love them because we aren't used to them, if we saw them the way we saw our hands and arms maybe we'd love them; the starfish must love each other better than we do. The stretch out on the beach when there's sunlight and they poke out their stomachs to get the air and everybody can see them; I wonder where we could stick ours out, through the naval.'
Jean-Paul Sarte - From Intimacy pp.9-10
