Quotes About Sex

Love is what makes sex more than masturbation. If there is no love even if you are really with a partner you masturbate with a partner.

Friends told me that the latest trend, at least in Europe, is public sex. They showed me some clips, and they're terrifying. A couple enters a streetcar, half-full, simply takes a seat, undresses, and starts to do it. You can see from surprised faces that it's not staged. It's pure working-class suburb. But what's fascinating is that the people all look, and then they politely ignore it. The message is that even if you're together in public with people, it still counts as private space.

Basically, there's not enough sex in movies, that's it. I'm trying to say it, people. I miss sex in movies because sex is natural, guns are not.

Just think! Garden, garden, garden, garden, garden, two happy people, and it could have gone on forever! They knew, they'd been told, but they ate it anyway, and from there on out, 'family!' Shame, fear, jobs, mortality, envy, murder..." "Well," William said brightly, "and sex.

Sex is always about emotions. Good sex is about free emotions; bad sex is about blocked emotions.

Who knows the difference between education and training? For those of you with daughters, would you rather have them take sex education or sex training? Need I say more?

Years later I realised he left sex out when he came to Maslow's list of physiological needs. I don't blame him.

popular in the 1800s, people hadn't begun to equate scent with sex. However, Marissa doubted that an ad campaign would be built around ankle-length dresses. Unless Madonna agreed to pose in a bustle. She put her finger in the coin holder in the car and wiggled it around. A dollar thirty-seven. Not even enough for lunch. Ellen would have to fork over since she insisted

Being in a band is just like being married. The children are the songs and the sex is playing live onstage.

When it comes to having sex and making money, you're supposed to know what you're doing and be all great at it, but nobody teaches you anything about it

Like good sex, driving the car was a study in exhilarating restraint and control.

Rita switched gears to her favorite topic—sex. Her philosophy: What a mess, but so pleasurable. "Speaking of confessions, tell us, have you and Jack been intimate again?" I cringed. "When I had your cousins, the doctahs told us not to have relations with our husbands for six weeks!" "So we had to call our boyfriends!" Bernice quipped. "You stole my punch line!" Rita exploded.

You want sensitive and understanding, stick with the therapist.You want great, headbanging sex, get off the fucking phone and come with me.

Why not?" she exclaimed. Translation: If you can have sex with a drug offender, why can't I have sex with the salutatorian?

I'm saying you would not be comfortable with casual sex. Or whatever we're talking about here. The National Honor Society version of prostitution.

Belagren: I can't build a whole religion on a probablity, Madalan. Madalan: Not when sex, drugs and human sacrifices work so much better.

You're probably better at math than I am, because pretty much everyone's better at math than I am, but it's okay, I'm fine with it. See, I excel at other, more important things—guitar, sex, and consistently disappointing my dad, to name a few. By the way, it's apparently true that you'll never use it in the real world. Math, I mean.

You're probably better at math than I am, because pretty much everyone's better at math than I am, but it's okay, I'm fine with it. See, I excel at other, more important things—guitar, sex, and consistently disappointing my dad, to name a few. By the way, it's apparently true that you'll never use it in the real world. Math, I mean.

So there the two of us were. Frozen in time, living in the moment, focused only on our immediate desires. Which of course included sex. Lots and lots of it.

Love is for the soul and sex is for the body. Both cry out for satisfaction

Sex and love are not identical twins. Not fraternal. Not born at the same moment but still of the same womb.

We all have our particular preferences. Mine is gentle sex, the kind in which a man takes forever before he touches you down there. But most people are so guilty about sex that they want the crime and the punishment built in.

And then there are the eternal questions of love and sex. Can there be friendship between men and women as long as the hormones rage and rule? How is sex related to love -- and love to sex? Are we truly pigeonholed in our sexuality -- or does society alone insist on this? What is 'straight'? What is 'gay'? What is 'bi'? And does any of it matter deep in one's soul? Shouldn't we get rid of these labels in an attempt to be really open to ourselves and to each other?

Whoever pushes America's sex button must be prepared for sirens and alarms. Whatever else we do in our lives will be drowned out by them.