I had an acute sense of the incompleteness intrinsic in sharing in another’s life. You touch those other lives, barely —however intimately it may be sexually—you may sense things roiling in them. Yet the climax in your immediate relationship with them is merely an interlude. Their lives will continue, you’ll merely step out. A series of encounters multiplying geometrically…. A prismatic network of … (I remember the Professor, I see the tiny eyes behind the thick glasses) “interviews.
— John Rechy, City of Night