Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want, and of what they fear the most. The secrets of why love is difficult, sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?
Hanif KureishiAt the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.
Hanif KureishiI don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.
Hanif KureishiMy pleasures disappeared with my vices.
Hanif KureishiSoon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
Hanif KureishiSecurity and safety were the reward of dullness.
Hanif KureishiLike you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.
Hanif KureishiI could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.
Hanif KureishiIf jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.
Hanif KureishiDesire, like the dead or an unpleasant meal, would keep returning--it was ultimately indigestible.
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