RIC: In place of an apple, what will you choose?

Eve: Your left breast.

RIC: Would you prefer if there were no Adam or no God?

Eve: No Adam, but a second Eve, to bite our apples each other.

RIC: If you are made of Adam’s rib, what is Adam made of?

Eve: My skin and soul. He’s nothing without me. A ghost. A vanishing nightmare.

RIC: Are you in love with the snake?

Eve: The serpent is a part of me, an inner part, an intimate part, a sexual part.

RIC: What is the forbidden truth?

Eve: Love is a forbidden fruit you have to catch between my thighs.

RIC: Your favorite sex manual to read.

Eve: Your notebook.

RIC: Is God good in bed?

Eve: God is the bed where I make love over him every night, every day, every moment.

RIC: Do you prefer cocaine or LSD?

Eve: LSD because it means Lost Solitude Disapearance.

RIC: Dostoevsky or Stendhal?

Eve: Stendhal, because of Florence syndrome over representations of me.

RIC: Which is more interesting? Battle of Plassey or Battle of Panipat?

Eve: Panipat is so more K.

RIC: Your thoughts on murder?

Eve: Love murders can be forgiven if love wins at the end. Love permits everything, even eating apple, even kissing the snake.

RIC: In memory of a Sufi patient, please define life in two words.

Eve: Bite me.