I deliberately wrote a poem in my last book where I was suggesting that there are other passions as great as or more important than the passion of sex. ↗
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate. ↗
Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes. ↗