Blanche Wagstaff says:

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“If I think of you,
I quiver from head to foot.

If I think of you
tears flood my eyes.

If I pass you my heart quickens
to suffocation
and the blood seems to leave my body.

If I look into your eyes
a sudden fire burns in my veins.

If I touch you
I am as one possessed with madness;
my arms tremble and
my limbs totter beneath me.

To love you is to suffer
the pangs of an intolerable agony.”

Catherine Millet says:

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“What is the opposite of sex?’.
In a couple of hours’ time, I’m taking some female friends to afternoon tea and knitting.
Yes, that would be the opposite of sex, wouldn’t it?
Cups of tea, scones, summit on how to save the latest fracas I’ve embroiled myself in knitting-wise. “

Anais Nin says:

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“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows.
Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength,
he nourishes himself from this fusion,
and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art.
He is not lonely. He is busy.
The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion.
Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty.
Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another.
When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing.
Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be.
But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”