Quotes About Taboo

Could it be possible that having cancer has turned you into an even bigger perv? Yes. It's a common side effect.

There's nothing that people rebel more against, I told Jacques, than being forced to acknowledge the secret and immediate power their fellow human beings have over them. There's maybe nothing more common, routine. A savage power, as indifferent as a thunderbolt, where intellect, merit, beauty, language are nothing but animal electricity, a polarity that suddenly develops. Falling under the spell. Forever. We never talk about it—it's taboo.

My mother is really the person I learned to curse from. She discourages me from saying that in interviews. But it's true.

Apl introduced me to all the Pinays he knew, and so I married one.

In Japan, people don't really sing about sexual content.

You work to earn money. But in Japan, that idea has a bad image, and you're not supposed to say that.

There's things that I couldn't joke about but other people could.

People hate jokes.

I think there are brilliant jokes to be made about abortion, and we should be able to talk about this in the way that we make jokes about death - you should be able to make jokes about everything.

It's fun to pick the worst jokes you can think of.

There is superstition in avoiding superstition.

He prayed to goodness that the relationship might be reasonably remote. He remembered, anxiously, that a man may not marry his grandmother...

There is no such thing as a dirty word. Nor is there a word so powerful, that it's going to send the listener to the lake of fire upon hearing it.

To endow animals with human emotions has long been a scientific taboo. But if we do not, we risk missing something fundamental, about both animals and us.

Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.

Mom would kill me if I showed my navel.

Well, no. They are both serious epidemics, but shame is a silent epidemic. People understand violence and can talk about it. We're still afraid of shame. Even the word is uncomfortable.

Obscenity is a notable enhancer of life and is suppressed at grave peril to the arts.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

And her delicacy offended. Who wants a delicate whore! Claude would even ask you to turn your face away when she squatted over the bidet. All wrong! A man, when he's burning up with passion, wants to see things; he wants to see everything, even how they make water.

This is all a figurative way of speaking about what is unmentionable. What is unmentionable is pure fuck and pure cunt; it must be mentioned only in de luxe editions, otherwise the world will fall apart. What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse. But fuck, the real thing, cunt, the real thing, seems to contain some unidentified element which is far more dangerous than nitroglycerine.

The other night I took her on—out of pity—and what do you think the crazy bitch had done to herself? She had shaved it clean… not a speck of hair on it. Did you ever have a woman who shaved her twat? It's repulsive, ain't it? And it's funny, too. Sort of mad like. It doesn't look like a twat any more: it's like a dead clam or something.

One can't get bored with sex. But one is bored with making such a tremendous issue about it.

I think suicide is sort of like cancer was 50 years ago. People don't want to talk about it, they don't want to know about it. People are frightened of it, and they don't understand, when actually these issues are medically treatable.