- It was as everything about him was different, which of course wasn’t and I knew that in my head and I scolded myself for seeing him in this new light.
- Love is blind.
- No, no, no, it’s worse. Love distorts things. Or even worse, love is something you’ve never asked for. The erotic was something I asked for, or even demanded of men, but this idiotic love, I felt humiliated by it, and all the dishonesty that follows. The erotic is about saying yes, love appeals to the lowest instincts wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no, e viceversa? I’m ashamed of what I became, but it was beyond my control.
Nymph()maniac Vol. I by Lars Von Trier