Quotes About Sensory

A cigarette, a sip, a question; breathing, drinking, and asking, she demonstrates all the basic applications for the human mouth.

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As I readied these luxuriant ablutions, my dearest Katherine said, 'Webster, my darling, the pints of love essence you erupt at the peak of oral passion taste more intoxicating than even the richest European chocolate.' My beloved belched demurely into her fist, swallowed and said, 'All women should taste your delicious emissions.

the outside air was so hot and so humid it felt like you were the meat in a sandwich whose bread was the Devil's moist thighs

the sound of it nearly lost to the zipper-unzipping buzz of the cicadas.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast breathing skin, will insist otherwise.

beneath his head, closing his eyes to put Jack more at his ease. He felt the light touch of Jack's calloused fingers on his belly, then

She was filled with…a delicious blend of loneliness and fear. That's right, I can still remember how she tasted…she was absolutely delicious.

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.

She would move around the kitchen, humming the words and dancing with her hands. The music was moving through her, filling an emptiness she hadn't known was so deep.

I could smell her perfume. It was light and airy, a scent I didn't know, and seemed personal to her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't bear to look at her.

the scent of sweet cherry had attracted hundreds of ants. They were crawling over it and into it, many drowning for their greed.

However this miraculous place worked, it seemed real enough. The sun was hot, the soda was cold, the sky was blue, the grass was green. What more did he need to know?

Lo tocó como nunca antes se había atrevido a hacerlo, acariciando su cuerpo con la punta de los dedos muy, muy suavemente, recorriendo la piel levantada como una mujer ciega leyendo braille.

Sounds to me like those nails are touching too much gray matter.

Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were crawling on his body.

When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes.

The french-fry smell was almost another person in our room, stumbling around in the dark

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.

But he could not taste, he could not feel. In the teashop among the tables and the chattering waiters the appalling fear came over him- he could not feel. He could reason; he could read, Dante for example, quite easily…he could add up his bill; his brain was perfect; it must be the fault of the world then- that he could not feel.

Language is wine upon the lips.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.