"There is an invincible taste for prostitution in the heart of man, from which comes his horror of solitude. He wants to be 'two'. The man of genius wants to be 'one'... It is this horror of solitude, the need to lose oneself in the external flesh, that man nobly calls 'the need to love'."


Can you guess the author? Most likely not. One of my favorite french writers, and probably 1 of 3 famous ones , ever.