Quotes About Craving

While she would have loved to

Give me one of those chicken tits.

Knowing something's not good for you doesn't stop you from wanting it.

he looks at you like you're the last chocolate bar on the shelf and he would die without a chocolate fix.

He was going to take in, possess the whole of the world. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi? Fuck off. He wanted more.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

A woman eats to feed her pussy. Meaning: Anything we do to excess is in compensation for not getting a minimum amount of sexual gratification.

Give me attention. Flash. Give me adoration. Flash. Give me a break. Flash

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

All these people who say they want a life free from sexual compulsion, I mean forget it. I mean, what could ever be better than sex? For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose . . . watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh. I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut-hosing orgasm. Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next willing piece of ass.

Power, money, food, sex, love. Can we ever get enough, or will getting some make us crave even more?

She's seen it, pictured it, dreamed of it. She's wanted it so bad.

Personne ne veut reconnaître que nous sommes des drogués de musique. Ce n'est tout bonnement pas possible. Personne n'est drogué de musique, de télévision, de radio. Simplement, il nous en faut plus et plus, nous en avons besoin, plus de chaines, un écran plus grand, plus de volume. Nous ne supportons pas de nous en passer, mais, non personne n'est drogué. Nous pourrions l'éteindre dès que nous le voudrions.

I'm so horny I have to go downtown and hunt for something to steal. It's a sexual release. You find what you want. You stalk it. You grab it and make it your own. After you've had it, you throw it away.

Soy un estúpido y todo cuanto hago es desear y necesitar cosas.

He descubierto que no importa cuánta gente mate, nunca es suficiente.- Helen.

Deseaba respirar humo.

For so long I had eaten my greens and here - at last! - was my ice-cream sundae.

As it was, her perking nipples and instantly sopping pussy had to be obvious testament to her desire for the man.

His cock was rock-hard against her thigh. Her legs fell open in wanton invitation. "Please," she begged.

People carry in their hearts an inconsolable longing for something and they are never quite sure what it is.

Look at him. The Autarch glanced back at the captive as he spoke. He's got seconds left to live. But the leech gave him a taste and he wants it back again. A taste of what? Of the womb, Rosengarten. He said it was like being in the womb. We're all cast out. Whatever we build, wherever we hide, we're cast out.

There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.