Once we are aware that our nudity makes us objects of desire, we become naked.

Modesty died when clothes were born.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

Clothing, by nature practical, can be used unnaturally as a perpetual sexual covering for the body, thereby creating unrealistic ideas and immoral imaginations about nakedness, but God still lets a frank, nonsexual sight of the real thing cleanse the mind and restore sanity.

When you fall in love, everything is impregnated with new meaning. It is as if you suddenly have borderline personality disorder.

All girls compare themselves with every other girl. It is our nature; our tragedy, and it all changes when we fall in love.