“I longed for him. And he disgusted me.” — Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber

“Loathing an item of food, a piece of filth, waste, or dung. The spasms and vomiting that protect me. The repugnance, the retching that thrusts me to the side and turns me away from defilement, sewage, and muck. The shame of comprimise, of being in the middle of treachery. The fascinated start that leads me toward and separates me from them.” — ┬áJulia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection