Quotes About Desire

I am doing my thing, my impulse thing: What if I leap from the theater balcony right now? What if I tongue the homeless man across from me on the subway? What if I sit down on the floor of this party by myself and eat everything on that deli tray, including the cigarettes?

In the middle of the night, I'll turn to face him and press myself against him. I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

Carl just needed to hear the clink of glasses, the glug of a drink being poured. I picked up the phone, shaking a tumbler of ice near the receiver so Carl could imagine his gin.

she day-dreamed about dying.

People want passion. People want a sense of purpose.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her. And finally: The important thing is she makes you really happy.

We could have been day players in an amateur porn flick.

These are not people who want to slum it. These are people whose primary purpose is to live in the city but feel like they're in the suburbs.

Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y con lengua mientras yo no pensaba en nada más que en el beso, porque habría sido peligroso pensar en cualquier cosa al margen de lo agradable que resultaba.

el amor era como las drogas o el alcohol o el porno: no había techo. Cada dosis debía ser más intensa que la anterior para obtener el mismo resultado.

Go didn't like grilled cheese; she was scooping peanut butter out of the jar onto saltines. When a commercial break came on, she paused and said, 'If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter.' deliberately spraying cracker bits toward me. 'I think if you had a dick, all sorts of bad things would happen.

I needed it finished. I needed to know. Me, me. I was still predictably selfish.

Men love to put things in women, don't they?

People want passion. People want a sense of purpose. And when they get those things, then they come back to you because you predicted their future, and it was good.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

He never had the talent, just the hard wish.

Patriotism is about a desire for progress, not a yearning for repetition.

More than anything else, I wanted not to be alone — yet all my actions guaranteed I'd be lonely. Like wearing a vest of explosives when you're coming in for a hug, insatiable need is a form of sabotage.

Since little-girlhood, we're trained to find the Big Bad Wolf seductive.

Desire urges me on while fear bridals me

Without desire there is no life. Everything will stand still. Become emptiness. In fact sir, be dead.

You may have the universe if I may have Italy

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.

I cry for a little girl's dreams. I cry because the dreams will not die, though I am powerless to make them come true.