“She makes men mad. Such terrible vibrations of wicked and beautiful electricity she throws about her, like a deadly net. One can feel a new current of her demon magnetism seize one’s living tissue and change the peaceful life of one’s active cells. She makes a storm in the living plasm and a new adjustment. And sometimes it is like a madness.”— D. H. Lawrence, from Selected Poems and Writings; “The Lemon Gardens,”
“…you have no soul, so how can you understand the emptiness that seeks a soul mate?”
— Shakespeare in Love, 1998.
